Rain Poem

This is a poem about digital addiction. When we finally return to “nature”, nature simply throws up the problem we had fled into the digital realm to solve and had, instead, covered over.


The cold, insistent electronic beat
(Though it taps my feet)
Is not the same
As a cooling summer rain.

Swaying to pulses formed of
Zeros and ones
Is a poorer rhythm than
The Dance of rising suns.

So I left that world of neon,
Of Buzz and Wire
To live in Nature’s tone,
And wake to a million
Gorgeous Sounds
Feeling so very alone.

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