Ripples in the Ether by Kelly Talbot

We are lips and tongues,
conjugating, concatenating,
saying nothing, meaning nothing.

Glass and plastic, brick, and steel,
constructions, repercussions,
building our empty geometries.

We pass each other on the street,
phantoms without bodies,
without speaking, without touching.

We are brothers and sisters,
orphaned by civilization,
lost in the urban diaspora,
separate yet the same.

Deep in this dissonance,
my fingers reach for you,
across this fragile chasm.