My Joy
I see
you on my screen.
Hear your voice, check your work.
But I miss the reality
of you.
Your face --
pixilated --
so close, and yet so far.
No matter the distance, you are
my joy.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
This poem is a pair of cinquains. They were written in response to Liz Garton Scanlon's prompt.
Joy, yes! More of that, please!
ReplyDeleteLove the insertion of the word, pixilated, into that image. It calls to mind that this is an act of translation as well as an act of teaching, which makes me wonder how many of our f2f interactions are also “pixilated” but we don’t see that as easily.