Summer at last and the heat is going to our heads over at dVerse Poets Pub. Here is a remembrance of things past and a vision of things future.
Our summers no longer the buzz-filled lolling
in hay mounds
or stooping for details
and blow-squeak through grass stalks.
No more lifting our gaze for cloud-naming, tongue-hopping,
when laid-back wonders were open to all
and the neighbours’ cherries the sweetest by far.
Now lazy means each one tucked snug on our planet
in a bubble of tablets and phones,
convinced we’re connecting
enthralled to go global
we feel the roar and hum of the entire world in our palms.
While bees expire by installments around us…