In the Space Between the Words

These brand-new pages seen at glance

I've made into wheely bins for words

left on the page un-erased juxtaposed

with blank space where it's easy to suppose

a cloudy morn with prospects brightening

a morning when hoped for news may arrive

coincident with sunshine glistening

in puddles drying rippled by a summer breeze

Though I've stained these pages with symbols 

I can still time travel through blank space 

to a point orbiting blue planet Earth 

close enough to see it teeming with tribes

driven always to compete by their DNA

seen up close there's still white space

inside the lines where unwashed words

will waste their meaning until transcribed

digitized translated typed these travel

to find their own way through open cyberspace 

landing where they may to instruct all sides

with words we know will be ignored

ideas we know will be suppressed

conclusions we know will be called lies

will what’s left of planet Earth be livable?

after drones and robots unimaginable.

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

                     May 30, 2024