On Being Analog in a Digital World
I used to call you on a big, black plastic phone,
The heavy receiver caressing my face.
We’d talk a while and then slowly lapse into silence.
Listening to each other breath,
And the background noise from the other end of the line,
And I felt closer to you.
Now when I call,
A tiny, electronic beetle dangles from my ear
And whispers to me with your voice.
When we lapse into silence,
It’s the silence of absolute zero
And I feel the digital distance between us.
Copyright 2008, Kellie Miller