Tonight Across America
I ran across this poem that I wrote a while back. And here it is…
Tonight across America
the glow of ten millions screens
illuminate 20 million faces.
They cheer, they laugh, they weep:
the room grows warmer from
human emotion.
Tonight across America
the sound of postmodern life
echoes on textured walls.
The buzz of the dryer,
the beep of the microwave,
and the hum of the refrigerator
sound their quiet industrial symphonies.
Tonight across America
five hundred thousand people
hunch their backs and peer
into their computer screens.
They stare at smiling faces
and other longing souls,
hoping that their clicks
their gently pressed keystrokes
mean a chance at happiness and love.
Tonight across America
I leave America behind.
I climb the trail through the woods
and see the lights of life
yellow and blue and cold
shining below from a thousand empty streets.
Tonight across America
it is my voice, my breath alone
that penetrates an abandoned world.
Tonight I am nature’s child,
an Adam in a world
that all the other Adams
have left behind.
Tonight across America
one man stands illumined
by the diluted lights of the city.
Breathing in the night
Breathing in the night.
Beautifully written, Erik.
I give up on 98 percent of poems before reaching the end, but not this one.