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.


  1. Bettina Ferraro on November 24, 2010 at 6:28 pm

    Beautifully written, Erik.

  2. Garth on December 13, 2010 at 8:40 am

    I give up on 98 percent of poems before reaching the end, but not this one.

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