Hermitically Sealed
/Silence greets the morning
Motes of dust settling in shafts of sunlight
Streaming through the shades
Solitary footsteps echo
As I cross the wooden floor into the kitchen
Where strong coffee awaits
And I plan another day
Closed behind locked front door
My commute mere steps to a small metal desk
Tablet, cell and Internet linked
Thence to my meager tasks
“Work” as a construct of electronic discharges
Disembodied voices, ghosts and shadows
Contact without connection
Interaction without touch
At evening I reflect
On what our collective lives’ experience has become
Hermits sealed in darkened cloisters
Contemplating, wondering
In the absence of companionship and love:
Is this loneliness
Or freedom?
By Mike Turner
From: United States
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