Stranded between two worlds
Admiration, curiosity,
glimpses of wonders
barely credible.
I stand tentative
as in a dream
unable to go forward
such frustration, anger,
a limited vision
assails my mind
O to open up that vista
to clear and spreading
brave new world.
But I am older
than this present time,
an artefact laid down
in olden days,
antiquated and forbidden,
displaced, disqualified,
an anachronism.
Yet I have seen
creation come to pass
in fifty years
a whole new world begin.
Space is diminished,
speed has eaten time,
communication instant,
and all knowledge here
right at my fingertips.
But I prefer to
see you face to face;
pick up a book
enjoy the tale it tells;
relax between the truth
of sky and trees;
look up to feel the sun upon my face
not down upon a square of empty space.
©Deanne Lister
1st July 2014