Change of Perspective

Change of Perspective

Change of Perspective

When distance was an inconvenience
bordering on pain, it measured

separation. Ones and zeroes,
in tones and pixels, were the bridge

crossing the miles that tires knew
so well. Long hours of fatigue,

the toll of travel, became instant
gratification. Sight and sound,

minus presence, replaced touch,
the cost of compromised satisfaction.

Distance measured in years
makes memories of those times. Now,

we drive those miles and talk about the lake,
your ring, your dress. All blue.

The blue that erased the distance
separating us, the thread that will join us.

Image: Lake Erie shoreline at Presque Isle State Park, Erie, Pennsylvania

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