You
wouldn’t think that detoxing your computer would lead to a poem.
We get so
much info via emails, attachments etc from friends, and often after a cursory
glimpse I delete, sometimes too quickly.
Emptying downloads recently I came across the frame I’d missed.
Emptying downloads
Emails half
scanned –
Baby Tina
standing in a shopping trolley
Photos enviado
desde mi iphone,
which you
guess means what it means.
Fingers
itch to delete the whole folder,
free up
bytes, increase GB-
except that
you might
jeopardise
future internet operations.
And so you
scan, frame by frame, click by treble click.
Are you
sure? Are you really sure?
And
pan-sifting the cloud waves you find it -
the frame
that slipped your one minute post i-phone attention span -
Irene
Sendler and the two thousand five hundred children
she smuggled
out of a Warsaw
in her
plumber’s toolbox and burlap sack.
They broke
both her legs.
Wide
lipped, broad faced Irene
her hair
straight parted in the middle
a plaited
coil halo-ing her head.
She didn’t
win the Nobel Peace prize ahead of Al Gore or Barack Obama.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irena_Sendler
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irena_Sendler
