Gathering (Poetry for a Digital Era 1)

Poem by: Noah Towbin

Everything is dark,

At least it feels that way.

Someone else should be here,

But all I know is myself.

The silence is oppressive,

And nothing, nobody moves to end it.

I hear only the dearth of sound,

I see only my reflection in the darkness.

Then, as if prompted by the emptiness,

A single voice penetrates the unsettling calm.

Slowly, the shade dissipates,

And faces of friends dominate my vision.

“Good morning, please turn on your cameras,”

Entreats my Zoom teacher,

As my Zoom class begins,

And my digital life Zooms by.

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