that online thing
the small screen glows bluely
in the darkened room.
my eyes unfocus sometimes;
i spend many hours of every day
staring at words and punctuation,
staring at pixels, light and color,
proportion and alignment,
focusing on what i call
and even then i miss a few.
even with all that punishment
to the eyes,
when the work is done and i can relax
i grab the phone and boot
the only world of friends i know.
we talk, we laugh,
we bitch about life and love –
or in some cases, the lack of it.
there’s bitter griping
about our country, the world and our place in it.
some don’t understand
this dedication to a universe unreal,
but if you live a life like mine
you surely do.
it’s a reaching out
for light and warmth and
the sound of another human voice,
even if that voice is reduced to
billions of dots in black
on that bluegray screen.
some do it because they’re bored,
some do it because what’s sitting at home
with them is unfaceable,
some do it because they’re afraid
to touch another in any other way.
but we all do it –
hour after hour, day after day,
night after night –
because someplace deep in our souls
we don’t want to be alone.