There’s no way to negotiate
your membership.

They spot you at the digital horizon,
greet you personally.
They remind you you are lovely.
You receive and return the enthusiasm.
Real time despite the 15 hour difference.
You have friends in the South
Pacific again– 
They call you by your first name. 
They call you what they read on screen.
You peer into the Tea Leaves, a cup
for your community looking on:
An angel turns into a ram.
The big horn sheep, watching,
resting while souls gather.
“Spiral,” one friend tags another
as you read the horns 
on that morning’s animal messenger.