I don’t want to be near the light of the screen
anymore.
I don’t mean not ever, but not
often.
I want to sit on the porch
at night,
look at the plane
lights go by.
The flashing of radio towers.
I want to listen to the creatures
and critters
of the night.
They carry me and you, and
us into the dream world.
Nature is the conduit to sound
living.
I am repelled by the screen, because like a virus,
it came to invade, to alter the order of
things.
What once was a useful treat, became
an all-consuming black hole.
The only way to balance is to
treat the screen like junkfood:
for limited consumption only.
The screen: public enemy number one.