The Space…

Online Therapy

I’m sick of screens

with a fuzzy head,
blurry film over my eyes.
Disembodied micro images
of people I know
and work with.
I dance ‘restriction’,
Feel frustration:
An octopus in a small glass tank.
Static and in the way
If only to burst through the barrier
Into connection.
This newborn longs for
clear simple contact.