Song of The Internet

I started this poem after meditation this morning, but didn’t quite finish before heading off to work. It’s a Whitmanesque tribute to my recent visitors. Google provides me with a map showing where my hits come from and it provided a little assistance with the writing too. If I missed anyone who has dropped by recently, then rest assured: it ain’t no crime to find no rhyme.

I hope you like it.

Adelaide, city of my birth, Welcome,
A is for Alpha, You came first;
I probably know you by name.
In Epping, who are you?
Do you meditate too?
New Zealanders of Takanini and Havelock,
Some commentary generous, Hello.
Say what in Singapore?
How’s tricks in Taipei?
In Istanbul, (not Constantinople),
Your coffee is full of grounds.
In Benevento, good wind, perchance
We share the blood of my ancestors;
Some Roman spearmen of long ago.
Do violins play in Vienna? How is
It being in Berlin? Can I catch a tram to
Karlsruhe? Whereabouts is Wesseling?
Can you smell the Cologne there?
In Vanves et Marolles,
Parle vous Francais? Oui,
Et I am found in Oslo too.
In Sao Paolo, do the eyes of Jesus,
So tall upon Corcovado gaze upon you too?
28 de Septiembre, you are mystery to me,
How do you feel every other day of the year?
In Philadelphia, the bell of freedom sounds;
I saw Orlando and Kirsten in Elizabethtown.
What’s up with Wallingford?
Is it so spiky in Thornhill?
In Jonesboro, who was Jones to have a borough?
Who is that in Olin, Jones County, Iowa: pop 716?
In bits and bytes I am fast approaching Cedar Rapids.
In Orchard, what grows upon your trees?
In Meadow, how feels the pleasant breeze?
In Wichita, who can still speak you?
Who scanned my lines in Meridian?
Do you still see angels in Los Angeles?

Hark, World Wide Web, I am not done with you yet!
Saskatonians of Saskatchewan I’m calling you now.

Copyright Alf Zollo 2007