Northography

I have started posting on a writing site - poetry - called Northography. I post under my name, Kathleen Connelly, and my avatar is a Luna Moth. This is one of the poems I posted today. Writers respond to visual images posted by the site administrator. The photo that inspired the poem below was an abstract of lights. I Can See

I can see microwaves, Radiowaves and The spray from my wireless router I can see gamma, delta and xrays and I can see your thoughts spiraling away from your head, Titling and tipping and losing integrity, falling to the floor. Is there anywhere I can go where I do not have to watch your Cellphone signal PDA array GPS positioning fingers? I am going to go stand in the emanations of the Magnetic Rock, and Enveloped in their forceful strands, I will await the next aurora. (The Magnetic Rock Trail is located outside of Grand Marais, up the Gunflint Trail. It leads to a monstrously large glacial erratic, so powerfully magnetic that it interferes with compasses.)