Digital Mother
Someone crazy stole the keys to hell & death;
someone even crazier stole the seeds of the trees,
grown for wit & wisdom. And in one unified moment,
we all decided to go digital, storing our raw & unedited selves —
underground & aboveground & in plain sight, all at once!
We loosed & bound ourselves, over and over,
to all the whispered, juicy conversations we could hear.
Why? Love, no other reason — moving with love from fog to transparency,
from light to life, over the bridge of sighs, locks, keys, and suicides.
From the workings of one world, other worlds will always and forever be born.
Kimberly Townsend Palmer 