Invisible Soup
May 8 2023
Does it lodge in our bones?
Synchronize neurons
like tiny compasses,
all lining up the same?
Reside in the blood,
electrify
the hippocampus?
The invisible soup
of electromagnetic waves
we swim in
24-hours-a-day.
The phone call to your mother.
That frazzled cat
hanging on for dear life.
All the tweets, texts, photographs,
bad news and mean girls,
evil trolls
and idle scrolling.
Our need
to be connected
that keeps us glued.
The TV signals
from the 1950s
have now reached well beyond the nearest star.
So what would they think of us
on Proxima Centauri,
pouring over
these mysterious transmissions
from outer space?
And here, where we're drowning in radiation?
Game shows and cool dances
rearranging our DNA
ever so slightly;
a base pair here and there,
the double helix
a little kinked.
But I don't feel a thing.
And after all
why be alarmed
when seeing is believing
and our senses never lie?
Not when nothing
is touching, smelling, buzzing,
the air's as clear
as it ever was.
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