“Cables” by Andrew Schallwig
Everywhere they grab, beckon,
Connect and restrain
Like electric basilisks
They follow us
Offer us knowledge
And curse us with it all the same
Vines shoot up our buildings
Leafy tendrils stretch across walls
Branching off in new directions
A jade hydra searching
For Hercules
Plugging in I embrace it
Otherwise I would be
Lost, empty, concerned, somehow alone
The very wires that allow us to talk
Halfway across the world
Keep me at my desk
Power to a computer to a screen to headphones
Immobilized just to go to class
I can go away
But not for too long!
Lest I become disconnected,
Lost, empy, concerned again
It’s an odd paradox
That we can’t escape the very thing that “connects” us?
We are forced in
Static
Work
Responsibilities
How odd
When an earth of flowing creeks rushing down a mountainside
And cool crisp winds soaring off the oceans
Stir us into motion