A friend asked if I’d been practicing my writing.
Well no, actually, other than occasional journaling
I haven’t since college
I’ve just been talking
To all my kalyanamitras
Many times a day
All over the world.
Via texting.
A format that requires
Brevity and clarity
Lest it be misunderstood.
A format that is maligned,
For making us distracted,
Disconnected with the world,
For creating misspellings,
Lazy acronyms or emojis.
But, the silver lining:
The fluency with which
I get words from my throat
Out onto the screen of a phone,
Like I’m doing right now
Under a gibbous yellow moon.
In a darkness where my journal sits useless.
So, as long as I keep my posture
And hear the world around me,
I am thankful that
When I feel the urge to speak to that special someone.
The words are clicks away.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 