And in the beginning,
It goes as it should:
A message begins in my heart.
Gets filtered through my brain.
Flows down my arms.
Bottlenecks, for just a moment, at my thumbs.
And then something goes wrong.
It does not leave my phone invisibly.
It does not find a nearby tower impossibly.
It does not beam up to a satelite imperceptibly.
It does not find it’s intended destination,
becamed down, becoming something complete,
A message revieved, a purpose fufilled.
You see there are cells and then there cells
I thought it a cell phone.
Instead I find it that other kind of cell.
And that’s what makes a cell a cell.
You can’t leave when you want to leave.
And there is maybe nothing quite so lonely
quite so lonely
as this thing is lonely.
A message to nowhere.
A message to who-knows-where.
Feelings turned to thoughts turned to words,
before it began.
I will settle for a smart
But someday, not a smart phone
A wise phone.
Knows when I am at the address it says on my license.
But it does not care.
It tells me that I am not at home.
It knows where I hang my hat is not necessarily
where my heart belongs.
It tells me where to go.
That I might find
where it is I belong.