Technology Is Not Advanced
by Nilofer Neubert
there is a comfort in knowing that if we were born in the eighteen century
we would have never survived the time difference, the physical distance.
there is a comfort in knowing that if our words never ventured the www
our IP addresses would have never crossed paths, and
we would never knew how the other tasted like.
there is a comfort in knowing that if no one had a flare for Math,
and never thought that studying Mechanical Engineering 101 or 202 was their poetry
planes would only appear in pages of stories instead of
being able to glide so elegantly
from Asia to Europe, Europe to Asia.
there is a comfort in knowing that someone saw the need for a programme
for people around the world to get closer;
he threw in free calls, video chat, instant messaging all into one
called it Skype;
Skype, the next best thing to human touch, or so she aims to be.
despite the free calls and instant messages we seek solace in
no one has invented something that allows me
to split into my basic atomic form
to travel through invisible wires
defying the rules of time differences and the miles between us
to reach you within seconds
only for you to watch as I reform
atom by atom
till I am solid enough
to hug your cold body as
you lie on your carpeted floor,
floored by the lack of my presence
to keep you upright.