LOST HORIZON
Instead of the live
cry of a seagull
The ping of an email
arrives
Instead of the beating of wings
against a wide blue expanse
Eyes squint
on a palm size device
We control the sound
we control the light
We determine what and
which surprises will arrive
The screen is triggered
to light up at will—
Is it day or is it night?
we are absorbed in a pixelated surface
Once a darkening sky
signaled the end of day
We now control when light
arrives in man made devices
held like bibles
— © Abraham Menashe