Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Poem: May 7, 2019

Bionic

My watch cheerfully tells me the time of day
and reminds me of my upcoming appointments.

My watch suggests I turn left on Lincoln when
I am headed in to work, so I turn left on Lincoln.

My watch tells me it is time to stand up
and I stand until it can tell that have stood.

My watch tells me to take a minute to breathe,
and I breathe deep breaths in time with its tapping.

My watch says I am behind on my steps,
and I step and pace and watch the numbers tick.

My watch interrupts, demands attention like a toddler
pointing out every text and email and tweet.

My watch is concerned that there are storms on the way,
and I feel them rumbling and wait for instructions.




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