Quest

We pretended to be spies
gathering intelligence

In the olden days, we
peered through windows,
studied return addresses on
unfamiliar envelopes,
listened in on phone calls.
Small pieces of information
gathered carefully like hidden
blackberries on hillside bushes,
secretly saved and savored.

But in the here-and-now
immediacy overwhelms us.
Spying, yes, but in the comfort
of an easy chair, open laptop
on lap.
Facebook! Instagram! Snapchat!
No time to relish or savor
(envy the dominant theme)
Then on to the next new thing.

Still we gather intelligence
but are we any smarter?

 

This poem was written for Day 5 of PAD, asking us to muse on the word “intelligence.”

 

 

 

 

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