Stars

Thronging the city streets
In the subway fifty to a car
Socialization bringing food and drink from
      and banishing wastes and debris to
            far country
We live numbed to need for physical space.
We are able to tolerate this compression
      because the world, the range, we roam
Is virtual.

Knee to knee on bench or beach, in chairs in transit or auditoria
The operative distance between us is Virtual
The World, the Range, we roam,
      Virtual—
An inch, a foot of separation
      in objectively quantifiable Space,
A mile, a light year, a universe away
      in Thought.


Copyright © 2007 by David Newkirk. All rights reserved.
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