I sit transfixed 

engaged before the screen.

Ancestors sent script,

oft lost at sea, unseen.    

Grandchildren spacious,

healthy, safe, at ease,

grounded, relaxed  –

not trying to please.   

Virtual tour of their lives far away,  

encased in the monitor dwelling pristine, 

Nature in springtime    

knows no quarantine.  

No breeze. No scent. 

No warmth of day.

No waft from fresh baths.

Words I cannot say. 

Are you in love? 

Is your joyful heart beguiled? 

Do you feel my urge to touch your cheek,  

to share your world, my child?

Your face – a fair miracle –

Tales told in limited scope.

My son’s beard a symbol  

of wisdom, depth, growth. 

Diverted eyes, 

a subtle sigh, 

We say I love you, 

Talk soon, goodbye.

. 

You live your dream  

undaunted by time.

Your LIght in the lens

calls me to find and live mine.