Unconnected

Eyes still closed 
I reach for the gadget 
that owns me now 
Sleep still lingers 
in the glance I cast 
on its brilliant face 
I have new mail 
Maybe today 
someone has finally 
said hello 
But it’s only my bills 
and the poem of the day 
I shall read later 
Perhaps someone 
followed me on Twitter 
or tweeted like the birds 
on my balcony 
I no longer listen to 
But there’s no little bird 
on the corner 
of my screen 
to tell me so 
Facebook comes 
a poor second
to a beloved face
I'd rather see
Pinterest reminds me 
of a pin cushion 
The word Instagram 
is an instant turn-off 
and Tumblr just another way
to describe acrobats 
So much wasted time 
to check if someone 
got in touch
So lonely 
in a connected world

 © 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved