old man in the garden

[saw]

there is nothing more than now
so why do we linger so often in alleys of the past ?
better yet why do we hitch our wagons to comets
that may simply be illusions that zoom by

to impress..... 'cause this moment is all there is.
why is it like yanking a molar with a string
of promises tied to a doorknob to live
in the present for a little while

aware of our chest rising and falling,
nostrils engaged in the garden bed tended
with lavender love, awash in the choreography
of hummingbirds, the buzz of the bumblebee, the tweet

that doesn't come from a phone, but all I see
are millennials here in the courtyard, one hand
on a latte, the other pushing the buttons
of a brave new world that saddens me

they cannot detach even for a second, they swipe
the screens of stolen identities, they chuckle with imaginary friends
roll their eyes, look at me like a lost sea creature
in the transition from swimming to crawling, to flying

the coffee shop garden can be nirvana
if I close my eyes, drink in all that is here...the roastery
in back releases a huge puff of dark kona magnificence
but I seem to be the only one that grins

I look up to the roof across the alley at it
see two meerschaum stacks, pipes that belch
the residue of territorial beans of fire, they point in opposite
directions, one to the north, one to the south

[the mingo]

[mnaz]

Pretty much. Detach and smell the coffee for godssake. And it's not just the millennials. Seems we're slowly being assimilated into the Borg Collective like Captain Picard. So to speak. It's really a bit mind-numbing when I go for a beer at my favorite neighborhood dive, and everyone at the bar is staring into their screen and fiddling with it. Constantly.

[dadio]

nostrils engaged in the garden bed tended
with lavender love, awash in the choreography
of hummingbirds, the buzz of the bumblebee,... Classic lines here

[saw]

thanx so much gents...always good to hear what's on your minds

[leafsailors ghost]

I will be raking the yard , right by the side walk and folks in the neighborhood will walk by with earphones on and watching a movie or something on a tablet in their hand , do not say hello do not look up save to keep out of the street, the poem is spot on. the computer is the new television , its like the new pot same stuff just way stronger I go bare foot as much as I can, folks want to know why, to stay connected to the earth, enjoyed the poem and understand , I like the coffee mention , adds flavor , also as I do like my coffee

[Shem]

And yet here we are,
All digitally connected.
Both a blessing and a curse.
Like anything else,
A matter of use or be used.
There is a time and place for all things.
Disconnect occasionally,
Bask in the sights,
The sounds
The smells,
Of the old country.