digitized messages enabled

by technology and T-1 lines --

yet my heart unscientifically responds

to “You’ve got mail.”

Hidden within each

ether bound communiqué,

woven through the

letters, symbols and punctuation,

breathes the song

of a kindred soul.

Time, circumstance and science

have rendered us friends --

what we share has

transformed us and

blinded us to all

but the torrents of inner truth

that pour from our fingers.

We see each other,

unbound by insecurity.

We speak, soul to soul,

and allow an exposure

few envision.

The world shrinks

as our hearts expand

through this medium

of cyber connections.

We are touched without a touch,

and forever changed.