Isolation by Annie DuChene

The wind finally died down

the moon’s reflection on the water is still

Suddenly, a sound of swooping

A synthetic call of a Whip-poor-will

Even late at night

I’m never quite alone,

For even in this world

Many eyes are watching.

If not my body, my words

But now’s not the time to live in fear

Isolation’s been reality for years

Technology knows it’s true

So, I’ll just sit here in my isolation, and

continue to adore the computer-generated moon.