We were watching TV as if in a storm.A silent storm that marooned us on
separate islands where we couldn't
shout to make ourselves heard.
Though I don't know if you
were even trying.
On the screen, scenes
from almost a hundred years ago.
Bemused men in tin hats
staring into our eyes.
Just staring and then a young
woman pulling a face in a way
that seemed more natural, modern.
But this only lasted for a second:
the blank men returned, continued to hold
our gaze as we stared back at them,
framed in this flat-screened LCD TV,
the room comfortably warm, lit
with soft-glow bulbs a hundred
years between us.