I think here is a need for some explanation of this poem. On May 28th a sudden thunderstorm blasted the life out of my router. My Internet Supplier offered a free new router with an upgrade to my service which gave me greater speed and capacity… but I had to wait until June 19th for installation. This didn’t seem too much of a problem as I was away for a week anyway. My appointment came and went without said installation and a period of many telephone calls, escalations of my case, and some frustration on my part went on until a new appointment on July 10th! It was surprising how cut off and incapacitated I felt! Writing became difficult! And so, on day 30, the poem…
In Vacuo
today
communication is a shattered mirror
in which my broken words are reflected:
today
no imagined reader: confidant or voyeur
can see through that smoky glass,
nor glimpse those small refracted shards of rhyme
that I leave to sparkle behind my life
today
the whisperers can no longer review my mind
or muse at echoed hints of inspiration
today
my world does not stretch beyond the trees
my art is imprisoned by
a slender fibre stretched beyond opacity
