Mostly in bed and five hours’ drive away,
One more minor miracle, impossible only
A few years ago, now mundane. A sick day
For daughter and no one to babysit,
Father set up the phone connection
Two-hundred and fifty miles to the north
And they both stayed in bed, talking, joking,
Reading, even ignoring each other amiably
While he read poetry and she played a game
But always hearing the digital replication
Of each other’s breathing, able to check
Each other’s face. After seven hours, mother
Came home from work at the other end.
If that was only a simulation, well, so is this
In the brain, so is everything in the brain.
A day of affable companionship. Don’t complain.
A day of affable companionship. Well spent.
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