This Morning I Had to Move
sky above, lake below
This morning I had to move Seven paces beyond where I wanted to stand and enjoy The exact position of The hint of the rising sun Among the colliding clouds Before me and the martins’ Mansion on its pole behind Because my phone found no signal At that particular spot And therefore I couldn’t send My message in a bottle To the waiting world. And so I carefully trod those steps Across the rocks along the shore To where suddenly the waves Invisible in the air Collided with my device And made a path for my words, Stammered into the day’s grace, To come out on the multitude Of other sides in a dance Of global village sweet spots In global village chaos.
Finding the right spot, the sweet spot, from which to send your art (your signal) to the waiting world is often the key to success. So, be flexible, my friend, and move a little from where you want to be and you'll be heard everywhere in the end.
Jonathan Potter, your telling of the morning’s efforts to transmit what you saw…and imaged, kindled my recall of Alexander Graham Bell inventing his telephone. “Mr, Watson, come in here. I need you.”
The technology of “telephones” has changed dramatically. Our reasons to use the technology? Not so much.