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

LOST HORIZON

Instead of the live
cry of a seagull

The ping of an email
is heard

Instead of the beating of wings
against a wide blue expanse

Our eyes squint
on palm sized devices

We control the sound
we control the light

We determine what and
which surprises will arrive

Within the grasp of our hand
a digital device is held

The screen is triggered
to light up at will—

Is it day or is it night?
we are absorbed in its pixelated surface

Once a darkening sky
signaled the end of day

Instead, we now control when the light
will arrive in devices held like bibles

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017