Soft Glow

I move from one screen to another as though

this were the most natural thing

for me to do.

I feel ill and fatigued.

I feel restless and hopeless.

Poles within me shift on floes

of melting polar ice.

Settlements at the edges of my continents

are drowning in the waters

creeping over the land.

Within me

climate change is real.

Glowing bright

the screen feels nothing

at my presence

and I return

the feeling

in kind.