The gulf between digital natives
and latecomers grows shorter
by the hour, our home
and work-life now accustomed
to strangers taking up space.
The need to feel, absorb the presence
of someone who cares no less
diminished, diluted
inside.
This original poem is about the gap we feel, as spiritual beings, between meeting in person, which authenticates and affirms who we are on felt and unseen levels and which meeting online cannot replicate. May you blessed with the presence of someone who cares for your soul this day.