Isolated Trees in a Forest Vast
The tenuous ties of virtual communication seem the only link I have left to the world that nurtured me for so long and to the progeny I’ve left behind there, at least for now. It’s a link I seek with every dawning, at every dusk and the final link my heart touches every night before I sleep. A tenuous link composed of photons and electrons tying together memories, hopes and aspirations. What did desperately lonesome fathers do before it burst into existence, almost spontaneously nigh on overnight?
My personal world seems changed in so many ways, both quantitatively and qualitatively, and during the last decade the world itself is so much changed. It has sprung forward technologically but fallen back so far ethically and morally. Only because history has always been so much a part of who and what I am can I recognize how normal such drastic oscillations are, but having now lived them in person, I see how personally devastating they can be.
So many of us living through similar experiences, seemingly alone; isolated trees in a forest vast.
 © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved