I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

VANISHING HORIZON

Instead of the live cry
of seagulls,

The ping of an email
arrives

Instead of the beating of wings
on a wide expanse

Our eyes squint
on a palm sized horizon

We control the sound
we control the light

We determine what and
which surprises arrive

Within our palm, where
where digital horizon now abides

We are lost in pixels—

A screen lights up at will
is it day or is it night?

Vanished is the mystery of
a naturally setting sun

Once, darkened light
signaled the end of day

We now control light and arrival of notices
cherished devices held like bibles

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017