A Psalm for Cyber Folk

I lift up my eyes to the screen

where my help comes from,

my sense of being helped,

hooked into life.


My help comes from tools,

from texting, from liking,

from life-saving sounds of

email arriving like a pulse

long fumbled for.


My help will not let me slumber.

Indeed what I watch for

permits no slumber or sleep.


Connection is my keeper,

the pocket vibration by day,

the charger glow by night.


Connection keeps ennui,

coming and going

both now and forevermore.


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