Changing Experience

We watch each other through an invisible divide.

It is easier than calling or bothering to write a letter,

who would do that anyway?

We don't always like what we see as we sit in the

safety of a cloistered room.

The world comes to us.

Image as representation of reality,

does that really work?

We trade in facsimile.

A numbness creeps through our spirits

and we wonder how anyone could

live like this

and then we do.