Attached to a Phone Cord

It was an image out of time

A man walking with telephone in hand

The long handset at his right ear

The bulky base hanging from his fingers

At his waist, the curling cord

Like a bandolier across his chest

A long cable trailing along the floor

A slender, flat worm, fixed to the wall

Shifting as he paced around the room

Watch, as from time to time he switches

The parts of the phone form hand to hand

Pausing for a moment to cradle the handset

Between his shoulder and his ear

The phone base swings from left to right

The handset mid-sentence, from right to left

An archaic dance, a vision from childhood

When we were tethered by the cable

To the phone, by the cord

Within which electrons flow

As now they pass right through us

Ten thousand conversations at a time

Binary signals in the ether, invisible fingers

Digital ones, and zeros, drawing pictures

Touching nerves

Inside us 

 

Read at the Troubadour, First Mondays at the Troubadour, February 6th, 2017

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