The laws of kinship and membership
that applied to the tribes of the stone age
have now made the leap to the Internet—
remaining as binding as ever!
Have you heard of Wikipedia,
that fantastic online resource
of hundreds of thousands of articles,
each peppered with photos and hotlinks,
one on any subject you think of?
I've been using it more and more,
and this morning I noticed
a note on a page:
Welcome to Wikipedia,
the free encyclopedia
that anyone can edit.
Suddenly, there before me
the fields of accumulated
all orderly, green, and lovely,
lay awaiting my contribution.
Joyfully, I obliged them,
plowing their fertile furrows,
transplanting my delicate seedlings,
caressing tall, waving stalks.
I felt proud to have something to add there,
gleaned from 6 decades of living,
reading, observation and study.
An example: I found an article
about the Cathedral in St. Louis,
my home town, that never mentioned
the building contains more mosaic art
than any other structure on earth!
I added a sentence of text
and put in a link to the photos
I'd taken of those mosaic ceilings,
as fine as any in Europe,
and felt part of the great human lineage
that has brought us here from the stone age
on the shoulders of shoulders of giants,
those giants on shoulder too,
as far back as anyone knows.
I was startled out of this revery
by a notice that appeared on the screen
at the top of a Wikipedia page:
You have new messages!
Bewildered, I clicked on that tab.
A site sentinel named 'davidbd'
had removed every word I'd just added,
and left this note of his own:
'If you advertise your website here,
we'll block you from editing pages at all! '
Ah, the guardian at the Gate!
I hadn't been advertising,
unless you call relevant content an ad,
but I realized I'd transgressed an ancient law.
All things on earth have strings attached.
If anything looks too good to be true,
it is! Every human endeavor
emanates from some community,
whose invisible, ethereal wires
tether things in their places.
These laws are the custodians
of all we hold dear.
There are protocols for entry,
and were that not the case,
we would likely not have
survived evolution at all.
And so, for the thousandth time in my life
I sigh at my naivete'
and humbled, prepare to go 'round
and knock on the front door for entry—
proceeding with the learning
that really matters,
the physics of human relations.
ps: If any of this is obscure to you,
check the article on Anthropology—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem