I stare at the screen
Checkered with dark boxes
Names and pronouns gleam
Back in bright white
Are you there? I ask, smiling
The chat box is a vast depot for responses
If only you’d answer
When the silence swallows us
Your words trickle in
One by one
Yes
Here
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I used to wonder what you were doing
On the other side of the screen
Now I imagine we’re all just
Languishing
Locked between
resignation
and waiting
The waiting room chimes
Announce your arrival
And remind us both how
You are
elsewhere.
At the end of the day
Eyesight blurred by blue light
I scan your responses and find
"Residence time is
the amount of time
a water molecule
will stay in a reservoir."
It’s not yet possible to calculate
How long we’ll stay
Here.
About the Creator
Steph K
I am a biologist, illustrator, educator, dancer, and writer. Given this assorted list, you can easily conclude that no activity exists that I enjoy more than learning, except perhaps sharing learning with others.
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