After William Wordsworth
The phone is too much with us, now and soon.
Searching and scrolling, we bypass our powers.
Little we live in moments that are ours—
we’ve given here away, forgotten boon.
The photo eclipses the actual moon.
Video lapses the blooming flower.
It all uploads like a captured hour—
what we have missed will be our ruin.
Well, as for me, I’d rather be
a man alive, in a body well worn.
So might I, standing in truly me,
feel joy as joy, sorrowing forlorn.
See that which is the very thing I see,
until it ends or ending comes to me.
Brilliant and true. Thank you.
I once wrote “13 Ways of Looking at a Blackberry.”
Hi Lynn,
Do you have a link to “13 Ways of Looking at a Blackberry”?
Well done, sir.
Brilliant, nephew!!!!