I watch them
witness them on streets
benches
trains
their heads in the clouds
floating
their eyes compelled
to stare into
cell phone screens
soaking up dopamine
like hummingbirds
hovering above nectar
they roam like clouds
from here to there
seemingly unaware
of buildings
of traffic
until they’ve slipped by
out of sight
replaced
by other clouds









Most on cell phones being anywhere else besides where they actually are.
j.
Yes, Exactly. Thank you, J.
Remember when just finding change for the pay phone was the goal to call someone. Now its like your always reachable. No one disconnects. Nice poem
I remember those good old days well. lol Thanks you, Fia. 🙂
Beautifully penned, Tim. Dig the nostalgic flavor of this write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I appreciate all the comments, Damian. I’ll be by your way soon. 🙂