This is not what it was.
It can’t be.
Too much time
has come and gone.
Pretending that we
are somehow immune
to growth and entropy
is just childish,
magical thinking.
I can see that you’re afraid,
and you know that I am, too.
We’re connected by wires
that slowly are corroded through.
We have seen
so many times,
the ships that drift from shore
when they become unmoored
and are lost in the storm.
Fear and love do funny things.
Sometimes we will cut our strings
that keep us up,
that give us love,
because we fear losing them.
What silly creatures we are,
acting against our own self-interest,
only because we’re afraid
that we might become disconnected.
We unplug ourselves
and find that we’re
still receiving signals.
Not from where
we used to,
but somewhere residual.
Like we can feel
the heat of the Sun
all over us,
not connected by
some narrow window.
Who knew
that we were wireless?
Connectivity
not limited
to our fingertips.
Eye to eye,
or separated by miles,
I can still feel you,
hear you,
see you,
in exquisite rendering.
No need to be afraid.
Cut the cord
and drift away.
You’re with me
and I’m with you.
Naturally,
we are connected.
HG – 2022
