Author's Note: This is another poem that appeared in one of my books (Some Glad Morning, Pitt Poetry Series, 2019) that never appeared in a journal. Now Verse-Virtual will get credit for that. I think it’s still culturally appropriate, although all of these various means of communication have kept us in touch during the pandemic.
Sonnet From the Psalms:
Psalm 4, verse 1 Answer me when I call to you, even though I know, Lord, you don’t have cell service. Connectivity, the problem of our time. Everyone’s got much to say, seems to me, but nobody’s listening: Facebook, You Tube, Instagram, Twitter. The Net is alive with the sound of pixels, yammering, yammering. Where is Walter Winchell when you need him, somebody discerning? How can we separate need from yearning? How many likes, hearts, thumbs ups are enough to fill the yawning caverns, how much stuff to make us feel that we’re a part of something larger? Or maybe not? Maybe we should make a second start, a do-over, a let serve, put the phone back in its charger?
©2021 Barbara Crooker
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