The Light in the Lens
I sit transfixed,
engaged before the screen.
Ancestors sent script,
oft lost at sea, unseen.
Grandchildren spacious,
healthy, safe, at ease,
grounded, relaxed –
not trying to please.
Virtual tour of their lives far away,
encased in the monitor dwelling pristine,
Nature in springtime
knows no quarantine.
No breeze. No scent.
No warmth of day.
No waft from fresh baths.
Words I cannot say.
Are you in love?
Is your joyful heart beguiled?
Do you feel my urge to touch your cheek,
to share your world, my child?
Your face – a fair miracle –
Tales told in limited scope.
My son’s beard a symbol
of wisdom, depth, growth.
Diverted eyes,
a subtle sigh,
We say I love you,
Talk soon, goodbye.
You live your dream
undaunted by time.
Your LIght in the lens
calls me to live mine.
I often consider the whole technology versus solitude to your own environment- but then I read this and I think without it I would not have read words like these- and felt emotion .
That choice is what makes the experience of balancing interactions with both the screen we hold readily in hand and the space around us so raw and somehow we let slip by unnoticed,powerful and thought provoking work as always.
Thank you
Wow - I was swept away to past and future experiences of FaceTiming my son and his family in Connecticut!