Cumulus People

Their heads are in the clouds.

They seem to float

with eyes content

staring into cell phone screens,

soaking up dopamine

like hummingbirds

hovering above nectar.

I watch them,

witness them

on streets,

benches,

trains.

Their moods are contemplative

as they wander

from here to there.

Wandering down streets,

meandering

above the ground.

They roam like clouds,

seemingly unaware

of buildings,

of traffic,

until they’ve slipped by

out of sight,

replaced

by other clouds.

Reviews

[Lorry]

I always thought that there'd be mayhem with people staring at their smart phones as they crossed roads oblivious to everything but likes, but the real danger is when you're in a shopping mall and don't dodge through all the sightless that think manners matter less than likes.
If you dare brush against them they will huff and puff, tut snd moan, like it was your fault and they are far too busy to be looking out for danger.
Yet the mayhem seems to continue which leaves me saying what I've been saying for years...the gene pool needs way more chlorine! 😀

[Relic]

lol good one, Lorry. Thanks so much. :)

[emipoemi]

Man, am I glad to read this! Such a breath of fresh air after the atrocities I've been seeing the past half-decade masquerading as poetry. But this!? No mask here. These stanzas are clouds, these line breaks the breathy crevices between the atmospheric puffs that float on by. The message cliché but rendered personal and boldly profound and one of the better presentations (and representations) of this societal descent into oblivion. We're all shadows, glimpses on the brink of a blink that dissipate at second glance. Then replaced. Well done!

[Relic]

Great comment! Thank you, emipoemi.

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.