Summer Morning

And technology has brought us freedom, 

release me from the shackles of ignorance 

as knowledge streams forth from all sources. 

And locks that bound us to our homelands 

are picked open by the opportunity 

to move change travel dream 

off to distant places we've never heard of 

and how many of those are left us now 

an army of half recognized words 

assembles in my brain 

a snippet heard or read here or there 

but do I know so much more 

than those who've gone before me 

or do I simply know different things 

and claim that simpler thoughts than mine 

are not intelligence? 

And so I swim through a fog 

of cords and wires of dots and dashes 

of buttons and screens that have taken the place

of a handshake and the simplicity 

of an accidental inkblot. 

And I wonder that we call this better 

because the grass has always been greener 

in a couple of years 

but the grass I see ahead of us is just an illusion 

and it may look the same 

but I remember the smell 

of a summer morning.