Living on the
Internet
My fingers conduct an opus on keyboard--
music that knows no ears but those in memory.
My eyes lock the wonders of a seventeen-inch window to the
world--
introductions to people I will never know
and visions of things even history can no longer contain.
My avatar soars over mountains--
at one instant at a concert in Rome
while listening to a friend’s dog yelping next door.
I feel so connected to a place
that has nothing to do with my reality--
a darkened and solitary room
where anywhere is suspended
from fleeting time
and my adventures
are constrained
only by arthritic fingers
and failing eyes.
-Jerry Wendt 2013
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