High above
Or perhaps below
She is threading us into a necklace
The interweaving connections
As delicate as the plumage in a beautiful birds wing
We can’t see it
Of course
we
never could
This little phone
That one there
Scientist
Butcher
Garbage man
Cook
Computers
School children
Politicians
The great World Wide Web
WWW
It’s not going smoothly of course
People are shorting out
Not behaving
The odd war is getting in the way
But it’s all proceeding
The turmoil is misleading
It is happening
The world reconnecting
Remembering
One day
One connection
At a time
Cells returning to the host
The very thing that costs us the most
Our individual egos
Being destroyed
So we can recall
Who we really are
And we are
All just ghosts
Dragging around baggage
Too much baggage
That is not required
For the ride home
*Is there a plan? We are more connected then any time in history and yet many personally suffer from disconnect. I don’t know, I never do until it becomes obvious with good old 2020 hindsight.
