“Ode to Airpods,” a poem by Zinnia Magill ’24

Ode to Airpods
daydreaming devices

If I want to go 
somewhere else, 
While sitting 
perfectly still, 
I know I have you, 
just a frantic sweep 
Of my pockets away, 
I wonder if you 
hide on purpose, 
Trying to escape 
the overplayed playlists,
But as soon as I feel your
slick to the touch case,
There's no mistaking it
You fit perfectly
in the palm 
Of my hand, 
And even more so
in my ears, 
You fill the silence
with a blaring bass, 
And a tame treble, 
Captivate me 
in the understated stories, 
Of people 
i'll never know.
I wonder if you 
get tired, Of the 
minutes, days or hours, 
That you spend
mimicking someone else's 
state of mind. 
Which you have the power 
to effortlessly manipulate.