A grid of nine, trapped behind
the locked box of cyberspace,
unavailable, calling for me.
The pink hues of stories and pictures,
the celebrities announcing another ad,
an AMA, capturing the repeated days.
A robotic stage, the marvelous mingling
of strangers, of friends we’ll never truly meet.
It’s hard to stay away for long.
The green and blue bubbles of simplicity.
Of how was your day. Of excitement. Of plans.
A concert of lyrics addressed only to me.
The bird which sings for all to hear.
The nerds who look up from their book
to smile a hello. The chaotic certainty
of community, calling for me.
After a day away, I’ve arrived back home,
the rectangular refuge of a reimagined reality.
