sparks (2 of 2) it’s just that these days, the joy of another’s gaze witnessing the rays coming from those sparks starting full of heart and hope for a fire’s growth need electricity to be seen and must pass through a screen gentle thumb touches of keyboard keys, these swipes of presence are more like enemies passing our anxieties between us sharing frights, not our fears fueling fights without shared tears without the patience that presence brings when hands hold and souls sing we can’t be calm. because we are still alone. the man in the image will never be the same as the man by your side.