One from the archive this week, written on 30th March 2007, reflecting on the extraordinary way (too often taken from granted), we can communicate across the globe by email. I have a friend in Australia and it is amazing that what took weeks by mail now takes mere seconds. So this poem is about the passage of emails, as digital bit patterns, traversing the internet until they reach their destination.
Southern Cross
Bit patterns migrate in streaming flow
Leaving behind the Northern lands
Messages from node to node below
Email greetings, friends hold hands
Greater circles, navigating around
Digital knowledge of day to day
Until at length, destination found
Decrypted words to chat this way
Fast as light, a pulse beamed out
Carrying hopes and fear and love
Silently moving, without a shout
In peace it comes, a winged dove
Linkage flies faster than an albatross
From Polar Star to Southern Cross
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