Today I saw you
with a delay of three seconds,
beamed in pixels,
from so many miles away.
The distance became close
for just a second
when I struggled
to read your lips.
We have always aimed
to hear what the other
does not or cannot say.
(Your computer has no mic;
you gave yours to me).
I tried to talk to you,
for you could hear me,
but your inability to
respond, challenge, question
quieted my mind.
I was content to
merely smile and wave,
like the astronaut who is
physically so far,
emotionally still home.
He feels the threads of
a familiar rug underfoot
while kicking up moon dust.
