I can write a letter
a mailman will pick it
give the letter to you.
I will imagine you
and your reaction.
Or I can email you
which you can receive instantly,
if you are aware read at the same instant.
I can listen, we can listen
our messages, while walking
in the park or wherever we are
short of being run over by cars.
You may respond, and I, with a video
voila, I can, we can
see and hear each other,
where we live,where we are,
where we go, places we like to visit
what we like to do.
Back and forth, sophomorically sweet
I can touch you, you can touch me,
each other, but, not really…
a virtual affection,only
an “imaginative comprehension” at its best.
Meeting you,meeting each other
holding you, holding each other
we can begin a comprehension
-the real comprehension
Note: Yesterday I wrote hurriedly a poem about Anna Wulf’s “imaginative comprehension” from The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing and only tangentially touched the meaning.
Yesterday I tried to read passages to Mrs.Abstract. She said,”hush, hush, you are distracting my concentration.” Moments later teased me by reciting passages from a book she was reading.
2 weeks ago we attended the Napa Valley Film Festival and watched many outstanding films like Hank and Asha.