The vastness of the ocean

The vastness of the ocean
can't fit in my phone.
The sand through my feet
the smell of the air
the howl of the breeze
has nowhere to go.

The pages of a book
can’t fit in my phone.
The texture of the pages
the scent of the press
the uncontested immersion
has nowhere to go.

The tapestry of her stories
can’t fit in my phone.
The glow in her telling
the presence of her words
the thousand pictures I get to paint
have nowhere to go.

The pain of their suffering
can’t fit in my phone.
The distance of their eyes
the emptiness of their embrace
the felt weight of disenchantment
has nowhere to go.

The vastness of the ocean
can’t fit in my phone.
The complexities of personhood
the manifold glory of embodiment
the embrace of truly knowing
have nowhere to go.