They moved us
we were not moved.
They changed us
we remained the same.
Boxes on pyramidal charts
yanked off the shelf
like Cheerios from a grocery store.
They morphed us
Into a matrix
As we searched…
Looking for our coffee mug that failed to move with us
Tattooed with a fading picture
Of our daughter jumping on a trampoline.
Memos menaced as washroom whispers hissed.
We move together
Not chess pieces at war checking each other into corners
We play on the same board, mate.
~ by David Zinger
Photo Credit: Impossible Move by http://www.flickr.com/photos/edalorzo/2293378420/