Monday, 5 November 2012
Lonely 5 minute Friday
It is funny how we can be so isolated in such a busy world.
Fields are tarmacked
to make way for tennis courts
because kids can't play outside anymore.
I reach out with words; Fragile like tendrils.
Seeking a cane or a friendly fence on which to lean.
And talk about the day.
Five beings echo locate me early in the morning.
Brimming with the expectation of a new day...
Five facets, five perspectives, five ways of being and seeing.
Five little suns that need to deflect their light
through many different prisms, not only mine.
Light has a weight all it's own.
But who is there?
The streets outside seem strange and distant this morning.
People rush past in motion blur.
In the evening, I pull curtains over windows
Like cave darkened wing membranes of a sleeping bat.
I see others are camped around the warm glow
of their own screens too.
Panes of glass separated by panes of glass.
Silent, divided and contained.
Yearning for a common hearth,
A warm glow of earthy embers and friendship.
So we each reach out through ether
from the confines of our cells
to feel the life of a human touch
Beyond the screens and the tapping keys.