Touch

and screens

Hi,

Here is a poem that I’m sharing with you digitally.

A Recession of Physical Touch 

Light reflected— bouncing particles
beaming into chemical papers
dark mysteries to be unveiled
only by the sorcery of
stinking vats under red light.



Digital pointillism, it’s nearness
and gridded exactness, not chemistry
or physical, but representation,
a reproduction, an assessment of 
what was once a vision.



I used to take pictures of vistas, trees,
and mountain peaks and, by sacred
labor, I was drawn further into 
the realness of the light.



Now I take pictures of memories
to possess in a darkened building 
full of machines that cool the machines 
that hold my pictures for profit.

in wordy wordiness,

walter