Like no other? The same obstacle course, problems with the job,
Cash flow short, going from bed to chair,
From here to there and back again?
Today I heard of a friend from far away and long ago
Alive and now … and so
I saw a man with a black cigar and from his backpack
A protruding flower.
Today was not the same.
A note came from South Africa
To let me know another fellow was holding in his hand
At that very moment a book of mine.
It made me feel that time and distance was not real
Between the call for miracles
But rather planned.
And before I knew it, I had taken from the shelf
The same book for myself
And said across the Ethernet:
“I have it, the same words, the same text, the same truth
And we both are less than a few inches away
Across the continents
In what we share and say;
The virtual world is tactile now,
The bridge is built
And manifest right here somehow.”
And when you who, stranger I never knew
Read these cogitations written here
We also, my dear, make common use;
My tongue, your eye, our ear…