We broadcast to each other on a site
and hope there will be people who will like
the things we photograph or things we write,
the trip we took by plane, or train, or bike.
So each of us is like a broadcast station,
transmitting not through air but on a wall
about our work or maybe our vacation,
though it won’t be of interest to all.
We thought that this connected us, and yet
grow tired of this virtual transmitting
but still return for more in hopes we’ll get
communion from the time we are committing.
Transmissions cross the depths of cyberspace,
but they can’t beat our talking face to face.
Mario A. Pita