True Face

Uncertainty of distance,

the measured steps of line,

as much as I’d like to visit

your home, I stay in mine.

Screens linger beside me

sometimes I get lost

in all those bodiless voices,

between walls they float across.

These are my ghosts today

electric warriors of mind

protectors of my sanity

against loneliness and time.

Distressed, now tumbling,

I remember my true face.

I remain in this moment

There is no other place.