I WONDER

if technology
is like a drug
or glass of red craved

when the light is right, if
cell phones should be
sewn under the skin

like pacemakers
for the brain, or is it
a weapon like a gun,

better than a rock or club
to wave up-close,
or is it how we keep

our space intact, yet
safely connected
to an insane world?

Are we truly any closer to
understanding one another—
or ourselves, or the dirt

we are nurtured by
and will return to
when the light is right—

where shadows dance
beyond a ring of stones
and man-made magic?