Connected

I have this visual interpretation

of the internet,

where we are all connected by strings,

nylon and shining and constantly entwining themselves

with each other,

electricity shooting through from my fingers to yours

in the space of a second,

a lifetime of words.

Rosa Saba

I found this poem on the internet. It says in words what I was trying to say in my image,
We are connected in ways we once didn’t dream of. Good or bad???? I don’t know, maybe a bit of both.