The Land of Zoom

The photos appear, rectangles growing smaller
As more and more of us sign in.
We are in the kitchen, the den, the office—
“At home,” no calling cards needed.
Invited into each other’s space at the click of a key,
Filling the air we cannot breathe together
With wit and wisdom.
Driven by the age-old need to connect,
We pour our friendship into
The vessels of our selves.

Louise Coffin
Swarthmore