INTO THE ETHER
Where are my words?
My considered responses,
And the little pieces of wisdom I try to impart
In a single glitch they’re sucked up into the ether
Before I can post them
Will they be like love letters long forgotten
Sitting in an old shoebox
At the back of a cupboard?
Found after years pass?
If these words appear again on my screen
Will I remember them fondly
Smile at hidden meanings
Between the lines?
Will I cringe at their naïve enthusiasm
Or their humourless crassness
And hit the delete key
Putting them to rest forever?
Is there some great omnipotent being
Writing me as I write this
Am I about to be glitched
Into the ether myself?
If I disappear
Don’t mourn me
Just wonder where I might be.