Ham radio conversations have morphed
the story into internet bulletin boards
where the temperature of ice in Iceland
can be shared in real time with the beachgoer
building sand castles in the Keys.
Storytellers of the past share their best
as any faith demanding this much explanation
to a foolish person needs to be withdrawn
from the public realm before too many
heads are lost to the people erasers.
Friends join and then withdraw membership
taking all learning to bed by making white
papers on topics esoterically rich while
overlooking the reservoirs of luck and the stories
written to blindly believe without thought.
On gorgeous days when rain bubbles
the pond surface and no one bothers
to show up for prayer time even the turtles
descend into their holes to avoid discovering
the difficult way of sharing a story of peace.