Telephone Poles

We're in a forest:
a network.
Interconnected
life support
from my box
to yours.

I sent out memos
in the form
of a sledgehammer
through the walls:
painted white
like paper.

There was no reply
as I looked
in your living room
your hand on the
telephone:
calling.
I wish we could work
together
in the same way that
neurons link:
arm in arm.