Immediately after I finished reading my first write--a rambling, incoherent, pleading, longwinded, broken poem about "the other side," responding to a prompt offered by one of my beloved FridayWriters, Zoom cut me off.
"Enough of you and your drama!" it said. "You're out!"
When i reconnected, a lifetime in a moment later, back from outer space, my banishment, I came to the sound of laughter, a chorus of welcoming.
It was difficult to trust and I wondered what my birth was like and how much our first breath and those who witness it,courriers the rest of our lives.
In this new Zoomscape, so much forgotten gets remembered. Like all the times a simple conversation felt like walking on icy sidewalks, the foundation evershifting, true intimacy out of synch.
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