Connections by Jack Anderson

We are all connected, one unto another.

A bulb in my hallway has burned out.

I keep fitting new bulbs into the socket.

Nothing happens.

Then I find in my hallway a switch I have never noticed before.

I flick it on and off, on and off.

Nothing happens.

Three blocks away, in their apartment, a wife calls to her husband,

"Henry! Come quick! The lights seem to be going on and off for no reason."

Jack Anderson

a snippet of poetry

the signals we give—yes or no, or maybe—should be clear: the darkness around us is deep

--William Stafford