April Anthology 2016: touching times

I can hear voices from across the world

And in the future.

Two hours, five hours, half a day away.

It’s a magic trick I know—

Morning and evening, sunshine and rain,

Toffee and tea or coffee and chocolate—

Clicking buttons, standing on bridges,

Touching any corner of the globe

With lighting and binary and satellites.

I could play Lady of Shallot forever,

Stitch together what I see in a mirror darkly,

And still find this magic a delight.

But I’m leaving my tower, crossing the bridges,

Being more than code and love and hope

In electric bursts, someday.