The Net
Loosely woven
Though continuous
A pattern of voids
More gaps to fall through
Than structure to uphold

The Webcomputer screen with web in background and BANG in foreground
Strands connecting
Stringing from place to place
We delight in its structure
Delicately Interwoven
Steadfast mechanism
Not something we can hold, nor touch
Only something to be caught in.

The Next Big Thing
It’s here.
The next big thing.
No longer do you have to wait.
To wonder. To ponder.
There is no learning curve.
No accessories. No expense.
In fact it has always been here.
The big bang is back.
You are here.
It is here.
It is now.

– Poems by SusanaB, more at