We needed to communicate across the field
Between our homes, to stay close, to tell stories
Young, we found our voices the first thing

Now we can’t see friends’ homes,
Everyone else is impossibly far away
Ignoring telephony, wireless, and other smoke

Just a local call to Pluto or Charon
Lags our messages by five hours.
Might as well be centuries, we will not engage.

Like someone standing next to us
Lost and broken and unable to talk
Confused and alone, the distance is vast

We must each have an ansible,
To gather of one mind, one consciousness
And all live around the same pond.