Cyberspace Is a Waiting Room
The fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil
Has fully ripened
In the form of the internet
Which looms large
With the promise of looming catastrophe
So, you might call it
Fruit of the loom
Especially since during the pandemic lockdowns
We all sat around doom scrolling in our underwear
It’s high time
We all put our pants on one leg at a time
And face the truth that applies equally to all of us:
We’re always waiting
For looming catastrophe
But no one ever speaks of a looming miracle
And that’s because
God is
Right here, right now
