Recharged & Reloaded

So rare these stolen moments of solace and warmth
away from mechanical, prying eyes and ears
away from those wonders of science
that human imagination made possible.

But now I must to reality return,
where communion with machines
of varying size and colour and texture
make me a lesser man --
domesticated and chained in bonds of ones and zeros
as an animal snared in the wilderness.

And I return to answer those urgent summons
sent out by impatient masters;
Whizzing e-mails and buzzing phones,
those tools that rule our world today,
that once were created to be just slaves,
are Titans in their ever-changing image.

Cheers! Prost! Salud!

To Survival:
An instinct more deeply embedded in the gene pool than any other.
An urge that makes the unimaginable possible.
An echo of time past and lost; memories, ashes and dust.
A simple state of being.