Periaktoi Writing Post

Invisible pinpricks of light

Suspended in the air around them

WiFi and the impossible-to-imagine Cloud

What did computer screens look like

How could you not remember

It was beautiful

 

A chandelier in the dining room

A lamp with a pink shade on my side table

A wash of electric-blue light

Why have I never realized

The beauty of flight

 

Watching a small boat

Coming onto shore

A single bright light

Skimming over the water

 

This is the last time

I’ll stir milk into my tea

These taken-for-granted miracles

That had persisted all around them

 

My mother’s face

My street address

There are countless things

That I can’t remember anymore

 

Thinking about

Taking for granted

That the world had certain people in it

And without any of these people

 

The world is a subtly

But unmistakably

Altered place