Sometimes I just use poetry to think out loud to myself, making art out of my ruminations.
I am definitely part of the Internet generation. My father got us online fairly early on during the days when internet pages were mostly text and what graphics existed took ages to load up. I still have vague memories of using the search engines which seemed to be the meat of the early internet, where I tried to find information that I could not find elsewhere in my small home town and I also vividly recall stepping away from the computer to fetch myself a drink while I waited for a webpage to fully load. But the internet back then was not only a useful tool, a hidden trove of information, it was also a safe haven for social outcasts and recluses, such as myself.
I’m a child of the internet, reaching my teens just as the internet became available to normal households. Before social networks, it was a very different place…So, a little personal poem on the subject.
I visited the zoo today and return home with a head full of wonderful experiences and memories. For now, I offer up this suitable story that I wrote a while back.