On internet poetry sites we are as the blind –
Hands and heart reach out into the void
To feel the walls around us,
And touch others with our words.
We use all our other senses
As we come into this room,
To discover its cyber-dimensions
Without tripping over furniture.
We strain in the dark
To hear the music through the walls,
The sighs of love, a mating call and answer,
The giggles and whispered secrets,
The sobs of loneliness,
But mostly we hold our breath
When the authentic voice replies.