Mobile Phone

Mobile phone I have lived in a time my phone at home I survived all day this way I see young mothers pushing pram phone in hand I see the nation connecting to their station I see drivers phone in hand equal to a drunken man I see shock on people’s faces listening to their conversation I see people panic not plugging in might be a sin I feel so sad to see so many missing out present glory I count myself so lucky dog and bone at home mindful walks happy talks face to face rain and wind squirrel’s running up a tree leaves falling slowly smells taken in from all around nothing is more profound over whelming all we have touch smell see sound taste the air mobile phone I keep at home my present moment no rehearsal Niall Fulham