If this is in fact a simulation,
it is a pretty beautiful one.
Here,
bees still form complex systems
of drones and queens,
nursery bees and undertakers,
all in the name of that sweet moment
of diving headfirst into
the perfect pollen.
Here,
there are thousands of porchlights
lit up each night
like a song for the safe voyage
of walkers and dancers
through the last breath of a long day.
Here,
where bells toll for pleasure
after centuries of having to keep
the time.
Here,
where friends hold hands
beneath a bridge in the Brooklyn
of the west.
Here,
where if you ask the internet nicely
it will sing you gently to sleep.
Here,
where your lover
keeps interrupting your poetry
with her poetry
and your collective laughter
interrupts the both of you.
This is the where I wish to be in,
plugged in, dosed dizzy,
and fully, fully alive.
day #6 of #nationalpoetrymonth | Cover image: Rodion Kutsaev
