Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Digital Giotto

A portal opened in the air
and a hand reached down through it
from the other side
A winged cell phone fluttered through the sky
We wore glow sticks around our necks and froze
in the strobe lights and above our heads appeared
neon halos
We could step through walls and break stones like bread
and sometimes we'd find ourselves erased by a wave
of digital static as blue as the winter sky
And all the while an angel tapped on a keyboard
with tiny, precise movements, lips pursed
as she concentrated on getting out one last email
before the weekend.