Fall to Winter

Amazing all at once...
I thought...
to consider who we are,
traveling without a journey,
venturing so close, yet arriving too far.
Like leaves in the wind, we fall
we surf,
we browse,
we look for it all.

We've forgotten how to wonder.
absorbing life as we wander
Life a twitter
Lives asunder.

Like a room lit in strobe lights we see
staccato glimpses of what used to be.
Life slow and continuous,
analogue, not digital;
seemingly carefree.

Life now is lived in segments,
disparate roles,
strangers to each other,
differing souls.

We multitask.

We've forgotten who we were.
Never actually discovering
who is "him"
who is "her".

and so, like the leaves,
we fall in the breeze
pretending to be,
floating free
when instead
we rejoice in our diversity
beautiful but dead.