Doing what some, or many others
Would see as a waste of time
My spirits are uplifted
By the images of Tumblr
Or the short quotations on Twitter
Of course I do agree
That this is not a full engagement with society
Not at least in the old sense of the words
Yet, if after a year or more of communal posting
Someone, who you have never met
And whose real name you do not know
Wishes you
A merry Christmas Christopher
Isn’t that a good thing
And so I do return to the well
As often as to my meditation
Even more so on some days
Take yesterday for instance
A dark, dull, wet December day in my locality
But, on the web
White sands, blue skies, inspiring words
The activity is also a means of avoidance
I let the news (which I’m told is mostly bad)
Pass me by
I do bypass my physiotherapy exercises
Reasonably often
I am doing that right now
By talking out in defence of social media
As I might easily have talked
Of other means of escape
But come summer I will walk in the meadows
I will find beaches to stroll upon
And I will take photographs
Pictures to post to my followers
All images entitled never a day…
I might even post a photograph of this poem
 |
| Christopher's Collected Works |
