On World Internet Day today, we stop to hear–not the notifications and hums of inboxes, but the quiet buzz of the World Wide Web. This poem ponders the paradox of a connected world that seeks warmth from the glow of screens.
Every digital signal is a heartbeat– fragile, human, and still powerful.
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I woke up to the hum
Of routers pulsing before I woke
An invisible net throbbing through the walls
Of a digital heartbeat–
I am in awe, in need
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We wove a web
That joins our hearts, our minds, our needs
Stories and photos shared real time
A net of wires that binds–
Too tight
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Alone behind the screens
Misinformed, misaligned
Connected with the world–
Yet by myself–
Unseen.
Unheard.
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My soul yearns for the voice
Of care, of soul–
Of heart.
To make.
The web we wove holds–
Not swallows.
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We wove a web
That joins our hearts, our minds, and needs
Stories and photos shared real time
A net of wires that binds–too tight?
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