Patch Worked

Unlike the medium,
I am attached to the living.
Taking on the life charge across the miles
Holding your pen in my hand
And another’s laughter in my lungs
As my feet kick about leaves in another country far
From where I sit.

I am attached to the living,
But how is it I am feeling so vast?
There is a network out there
A network weaving through our lives.
It is a wonder I can keep my
Taurean feet on the ground.

Sonja J. Phinney  ©  18-Sep-2007