The ellipses trot out across the screen,
a visual hang
like our conversation spread
across two continents
separated by oceans and time differences and
god knows how many air miles.
Technology closes the gap they say
now we can talk anytime
as long as there’s wifi.
But you’re in backcountry now
traipsing over rocky mountains
camping in the open air
walking miles without data
only you and the world beneath your feet
and a perhaps a grumpy french gentleman or two,
stories you’ll relate when you get back
on the grid
of modern civilization, the one
I’m nestled amongst,
bright lights and the constant buzz of information
never silent, never alone,
wondering about the paths you’ve taken
in that strange old silent world
that I sometimes forget exists.