Poet’s Corner: Signals

Signals…

I hear
shapes of notes,
rolling notes of precision - voicemail
quick tat-tat - new gmail arrives
bells, bells - email sent
circles, circles, circles
of sound, breaking silence.

So many sounds
call my attention
to the Device,
a smartphone,
with its many tethers
to the outside world,
dizzying magnetic tethers
sway, swing, dance,
intrude.

“Get going,
Get up...
Scramble.”

Each week,
I am notified
of my screen time.

A celebration...
An admonition...

Carole W. Trickett