Connections

Essential to our survival as individuals, as a race are — Connections. Like hangs a spider, from its threads of gossamer So, do we, in our lives suspend through connections.

In this world constantly changing — swiveling as I write, Perhaps its temperature saw an infinitesimal rise. Our shard of existence scales just to a moment For the Universe and for us, fills entire lifetimes.

Like waves shaping a sandy shore — rising, giving and withdrawing, We see also changes in us — the way we speak, and the way we live.

Our brains still wired to our tribes wanting to sleep side-by-side. Yet, like uprooted plants, we are missing our quorum senses, And trying to find soil in an ocean floating uncertainty at its abyss.

To weather this change, one must find connection – To another human, another soul, and maybe even to a cyborg, A plant, an animal, and why exclude an android? Woven in this web where not all threads are seen As beings, we won’t be wrong To find connections that help survive. Taking fragile to reach strong.

As unexpected as may seem, there is comfort; In an old recording of voice or in Alexa finding your song And in listening to a tree speaking the language of the wind. There is connection —with a crab scurrying across the sand. With the cat curled up in a corner, And with the stranger across the street — You’ve but exchanged mere glances, an occasional smile. Through such connections, we survive.