Through Skype sweet,
Family talks to a son in
Aarhus, Denmark;
A daily fix,
The distances crumble
In an instant,
We see each other,
Smile and wave,
And exchange tidbits:
Weather,
Prices,
Cuisines,
Rains, fog,
Dormitories,
Bonding rare, among students
From Africa, Asia, China and Europe
The camera rolls and pans,
And captures the everyday
Domestic scenes
Unfolding in a small room,
With vast circulating global dreams;
The images are great and gritty
And realistic,
We see
Feel the love transmitted,
Through the sweet Skype,
The medium that brings the
Separated kin together
And re-unites momentarily---for re-separation;
The images comfort
The exiled,
The way picture postcards do,
As we glance greedily
At snapshots,
Of skyline,
Courtyards,
Cafeteria,
Taken at Copenhagen,
Aarhus,
Or,
Paris,
But they lack intimacy,
Immediacy,
Fulfillment,
Of real-time encounters,
As we,
Still cannot
Visit persons,
Places,
Events,
Physically;
The painful
Yearnings,
Remembrances,
Still remain
Unresolved and unaddressed.
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