Poetry for Engineers: Safe Distance

<img src="https://spectrum.ieee.org/media-library/conceptual-illustration-of-two-fiber-optic-cables-pointing-in-opposite-directions-with-each-one-inside-a-differently-colored-bu.jpg?id=67652120&width=1245&height=700&coordinates=0%2C0%2C0%2C1"/><br/><br/><h3></h3><br/><p>How do I touch you<br/>across the ocean,<br/>across cold depths<br/>where light travels through glass.</p><p>Not copper—fibers. Optical. </p><p>Through liquid glass, through flickering light<br/>that carries you in fragments. Light broken into pulses. </p><p>You say: it’s easier this way. What are we missing like this? You smile.<br/>Safe distance. </p><p>I say: network. </p><p>Signals slide beneath the sea, through cables thinner than trust, faster than touch,<br/>slower than longing. </p><p>We stand alone, together. Synchronous, yet apart. Icons replace skin, latency replaces breath. </p><p>This distance protects us. Silence that feels intentional. </p><p>Everything is under control as long as nothing truly hurts. </p><p>And we choose it<br/>because it shields us<br/>from what we might become if we actually met. </p><p>You are my counterpoint. My response.<br/>My reflection<br/>at a safe distance. </p><p>Beneath the ocean, nodes remember paths. </p><p>Packets shake hands without bodies. </p><p>If we get lost,<br/>we resend everything, with error,<br/>with noise,<br/>with hope. </p> Reference: https://ift.tt/3vr2oi5