- Poetry
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