tech’s infiltration plot
disintegration
isolation
planting us alone together

gone are the daze of standing in the kitchen
hanging onto the turqoise wall phone
talking on and on to a high school chum after a day together

now just a memory my light up princess phone
a teen’s lifeline
amidst a French provincial lavender canopy room

the gotta have it now urgency
of our fake emergency break-in calls to Mom
busting a busy line

most of all the untethered freedom
of being untied to a hand held device
that tracks and knows exactly where one is

the loss of a smiling hi with a perfect stranger
who becomes
a friendly passerby

most are not where they are when they’re there
instead robotically talking to someone and missing the 
someone who’s right in front of them

we’ve become a nation of
password junkies
swimming
alone together