Sunday morning and I thought,
"What a nice day to go for a run at the local park;
Enjoy the abundance of oxygen
from the trees & Spring foliage all around"
As soon as I entered the path that leads to the jogging trail,
I almost dug my heels and turned around.
It was packed.
Not only that,
It was full of people of all ages,
Almost dragging their feet to walk.
Not looking at the vibrant monarchs flying about,
Or the trickling creek that leads to a small duck pond,
But engrossed deeply in their cell phones.
From old to young,
People's faces buried in the screens of their phones,
Walking almost robotically,
Eyes seemingly chained to their phones
With no definite goal nor end, simply floating about.
Some kids even had tablets with them,
Early indoctrination of human machination.
Some people made the effort to put on spandex workout clothes,
Nonetheless their ample bodyframes
Negated the implication of an active life.
Human activity& interaction has come to this
Where conversations are no longer held
Felds are no longer enjoyed for picnics
The spot where my parents used to take my brother and I to play soccer,
Now a desolate grass land of emptiness
where a puppy might wander off to perhaps
Or a squirrel might hop about.
I ran out of there as quickly as possible
And can only hope for our redemption.
Perhaps this makes people happy
And I have no business judging,
Perhaps it only bothers me
Maybe I am not of this world
Sometimes I really hope so.
