No Man

Everywhere I look, I see pillars that

previously held up the world…but crumbling…

giving off faint trickles of dust.

The new supports are not yet strong enough,

defined enough, to take the strain.

In the meantime a bridge hangs as if

levitating –

its gravity-defying strength an island

in the chaotic uncertainty that surrounds it.

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Smoke Signals

#19

February 2013

Tendrils of the palest grey pirouette upwards through the crisp evening night. The triple-potted chimney sends its message where exactly? Other communication is sent and received from this same rooftop but none of them are rooted in the ages as is this.

I wander onwards and then allow myself a smile of recognition – a bungalow two doors down puffs a response which rises and merges with the other in the ether.

Inside the brick walls humans plug themselves into technology and interaction happens without leaving the isolation of their four walls.

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