Isolated
Atomized
It‘s walls
everywhere
around us
Hands that
cannot touch
Pixelated smiles
Virtual
Only electrical signals
Zeros and ones
That could be
simulated by artificial
intelligence
only a little clumsier
Hugs disconnected
Hugs unfulfilled
We are all binary
Every room is this town
slowly becomes a chat room
We are living
behind the screens
Here we have all our faces
And for internet-only avatar
and some decent face
for video stream
On which you can not see
Solitude. Anxiety. Nausea, Fear
but still, we can
share ourselves with people
to get through an hour
day, several weeks,
half a year if necessary
Maybe the touch
is unavailable
but highly wanted
in the middle
of this digital desert.
But there are possibilities
No, that are not mirages
it‘s an oasis of meaning and creativity
Where we can
touch each other
with our minds
giving each other
mental hugs
enriched with metaphors
In various languages
Maybe somewhere
consolation exists
in the possibility
of access and sharing
If you have internet
but 40% of global
population are
in the lack of it
There the ones are zeros
There are even more problems
There is maybe a lack of
electricity, water, and heating
There is maybe a lack of
literacy and knowledge
There is a lack of health
insurance
There is no possibility
for physical distance
There may be many
people sharing the same space
There are hunger and indigence
It‘s not only a digital gap

Somebody wrote in one article
to battle, poverty is one
of the measures against pandemic

and one of the responses
of our responsibility
to make this world
a decent living place.

Then we will have
a more people
with a better chance in life
more scientist, artist, writers
inventors, professionals, doctors
More connected minds
which could think with us
how to overcome this state
around us and within us
we would have more strength
and more voices
Even more poetry
to give us shelter
in these grayish days
and in this insecure
algorithm steps
towards some of
the possible futures
behind the horizon
of the events