Why do the wires run up? Are they sending messages to the sky?
Always the wires have stayed in line, marching along roads like proper wires ought. Humming and buzzing, passing trees, crossing rivers, streams, highways and alleyways.
Wires going everywhere. See, there they are, deep in the woods and lofty on metal towers . All thrumming, full of messages and dreams.
But these wires are wrong, I cry. I cannot tell if they run up to mingle with the clouds or race down sending our voices to be lost under the earth.
I don’t like that.
I want my wires right again. I cannot live without wires. They connect me, correct me, protect me from isolation. They tie me to my world.
How strange. Until the wires turned upend, I barely noticed them.
- Weekly Writing Challenge: Abstraction (dailypost.wordpress.com)