Sometimes I envy those who embrace
technology as if it were the new Messiah;
who tweet like frantic little sparrows
and believe that social media is the holy grail,
rather than a disconnect from reality.
Mostly though, I find more
contentment in a single blade
of dew beaded grass;
that slanting gratefully to the
early morning sun,
assures me that such wizardry
is merely transient.
So tomorrow, in honour of all
the little mice in the world,
(the furry, squeaky kind,)
I shall spend an hour or two with
Coleridge and others of his ilk;
all of whom were fortunate enough to live
in a time before the great God Google.