Technology, contemplating Plato’s ‘Allegory of the Cave’…
we met per chance, in the open breeze
trailing winds of destiny
pupil to pupil…
we exchanged smiles
shared, a warm cup of tea
our hearts, hand-writ letters sent
stamped and received
anticipation, traveling distances
miles and over seas
waved its innovative hand
while we marveled at technology
perpetual efficiencies, building
clever facades of ideal angles
cropped and warmed
our virtual walls, daily adorned
But are we not held hostage
shackled by these magic mirrors
casting shadows of ourselves
as we would have them appear?
Where is your phone?
The comfort we’ve all come to know-
cyber caves, chattering with bytes
across the waves
instantaneous relations, hand-held
Will we remember, when it’s time
to turn away?
Will we look back
into the natural light of the sun
shining upon water’s true reflection…
or will the brightness of reality burn
blur our unaccustomed eyes
while flocks of drones fill up our sky?
I imagine Plato, turning
to wink with a wise foretelling sigh…
Once, upon time
we looked into each other’s eyes.