Digital Tribe

Digital connection
and all the “friend” inspection
sidesteps some detection
of our foibles and humanity
Yet, that imperfection
when under dissection
mirrors without trepidation
that which we may not see
The tribes are growing
through electronic knowing
A screen full of faces glowing
strangers, now close, discovering 


Many bubbles attached
to each other
Like a chain of mail
or a gathering of
adolescent girlfriends
Each complete within itself
some floating free
most huddled together
Ah, such are our lives!
See the rainbows?