I ride the waves of the triple double-u dots
And find myself finding you,
Making friends with your creations,
Hoping
You'll be finding me,
Too,
Someday.
And you do,
Eventually.
The space between us spans oceans,
But we talk as if across coffee shop tables,
Throwing words
Onto boats
Hoping they sail to the other's ears.
And we sleep
To the other's daybreak.
Unaware of the other's latitude,
Or time zone,
Dreaming of silent conversations
And the clacking of fingers against keys,
Hoping to compose a subtle soundtrack to our silent movie.
In your waves I'd most likely drown under,
Because mine are gently lapping the stone shore,
Unwilling to go very far
Without smashing rocks and dam walls.
I wonder if our online streams
Shall ever interlock
Like friends going to the movies,
Or schoolmates catching each other's glances
Across corridors
Where words are expensive.
Perhaps I’d rather we didn’t.
Still,
I’d keep whispering melodic messages into bottles,
And creating beautiful maps of your picturesque city
Though you may never hear my echo
Across the continent calling.
YOU ARE READING
Cityscape
PoetryA collection of poems written in the city. Written for city folk who don't quite belong. And for everyone else who fall in between the cracks of 'here' and 'there.'
