In a virtual reality
I found my father online
Though he died before the internet
a man of his time
So how is this possible
that an email appears?
From a website immortal
in cyberspace near
I knew it was him
with each line that I read
I knew it was him
from what he left unsaid
In trying to print
my screen crashed in error
“No document found,
the message interred”
Was I just imagining
or losing my mind?
His words never clearer
for me to then find
I’ve thought of him often
as I’ve struggled and fought
And carried inside me
those lessons he taught
With every search engine
I’ve looked and I’ve prayed
For just one more message
—to rebalance my days
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
An Anthology Of Perception 