ON THE INTERNET
(For 'Virtual Boy')
I walk into this -
shall I call it mental?
shall I call it
'spiritual'? - place,
and though I know
that nobody
can follow me I feel
that here and here only
I can meet
everyone.
This is a walking
into the sea
the salt doll melting
to be one
with humanity, and yet
this is not a matter
of moving away
from where I am
always.
I am, in my solidity,
not salt but
flotsam and jetsam,
turning about
hither and thither
moved by the gentle
rocking of the waves.