JD DeHart writes

Sand and Wisp

They are sand and wisp,

these voices and faces from

long ago. Why can I not forget

them? Because they have been

permanently pasted to the screen.

They used to matter so much.

How I read to please them,

watched to please them, learned

so they would never ask

a question without an answer.

Now I see they are only grains

of sand, wisps of air,

and I am reminded of Midsummer

lines, fools and mortals.

 

 Oberon and the Mermaid -- Joseph Noel Paton