A thought about the wild world of online interactionby Naomi Wood
The storm rolled in so we took ourselves indoors.
Unpacked our bright colours
Onto screens and found
The pictures and sound in other dimensions.
And it makes me smile to see the view through other windows.
A homemade kind of kindness as we muddle through,
All out of our depth and hungry for connection.
We've never known what it's like
To see ourselves being seen.
Our world a seamless mirror
Refracted on the forest floor
As we modify our animal senses
To fit inside this box.
In a way it's just like real life
As we reinforce smiles
With the corrugated iron
Of our indoctrinated pleasantries
Reading between the lines for the cues
We don't dare open the doorway to our darkness
Pull up a chair for the hag
Who resides at our hearth for now.
Like some wild exotic birds
We dip and bow becoming mesmerised
By our reflections
And the strangeness of each other in 2D.
So near, and yet so beyond grasp.
We watch each other from the other sides of things.
A promise of what could be to come.
It’s like we need to know that we are being seen somehow.
That our moments are marked.
That are days are not flying by unnoticed.
And always the crone in the corner.
Always an un-swept corner or carpet just out of sight...