Our lives are caught on a

screen, bounded by the

real estate in front of us

where we live, and breath

and find our being within

the pixels and the moving

content that moulds our

rectangular view of the world.


See myself upon the screen,

see what others think of me;

see my holiday snaps to share,

see what others choose to bare.


What if our boundary was the sky,

like all those who came before,

looking up and wondering why this

is the way it is and why we are here.


But now I look at a screen and wonder

no more, for all the answers can be found

by gazing at the square that’s always there.