Virtual Reality

July 8, 2001

Sometimes the most important thing I do
is getting out of bed.
I lie here imagining all activity possible,
a hundred different ways to go,
people to call, and then
I stay like a lump on a log,
virtually immovable.
I used to be up at dawn, engaged,
energy levels so high
I scared some people
and the cats, of course,
who would scatter in terror.
There is work to do that is not getting done,
like going to the beach at sunset.
And my garden, always a treasure to me,
is languishing buried in weeds.
My friend looked and said, “I’ve never seen
your garden like this.” And I replied,
“I want to see what happens.”
Like the story where the heroine falls
and finds herself in wonderland,
you don’t need a computer and screen
to wake in virtual reality.
The strangest part is
this version of real is more vital,
and essential,
than any I have ever lived
and looking around it is clear to me
I am surrounded by the virtual.

Copyright © 2001-2003 Kristen Spexarth