No land line now. In Hand, pocket, purse.
Availability when turned on.
Silence when tuned off.
So what’s the “dif” these days.
“On” isn’t when you hear it "Ring."
That’s as old as clocks on walls.
We see and believe our way is best
Today’s world, the Cell, is a beast at rest
It demands and it records
It summons and it hoards
Small space retaining life
Sets up all kinds of strife.
What's next we ask.
What will rise to the task?
A curtain covers what we can't see.
Is it listening or is it just me?
Tracking, reporting, borrowing, ensuring.
IT learns turned on, we watch it glow.
Where does all that "info" go?
Who weeds through all of what we know?
No need for reaching in pockets to play.
Our thoughts will directly transfer each day.
Privacy will be a "lost art" hidden away.
To bring it back will simply NOT BE "OK".
