Instead of the live
cry of a seagull

The ping of an email

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