Infinite Scroll

Way back when, people
wrote scrolls. Now, all people
do is scroll endlessly. Thumbs
up took on a new meaning.
Refresh. Refresh. Nothing fresh.
Keep scrolling with no control.
Prisoner to statuses and updates.
People are captive to pictures
and words posted. Infinite scrolling
as blood is boiling. Much has
changed. Life is not as simple
as it was. Now, we look for that
buzz from our phones tingling
our bones. It’s hard to find a home
when we’re stuck on our phones.

The Bucket

Today is just a drop in the bucket.
How full must the bucket get for me
to tip it over or to karate kick it?
There’s no telling the amount of rain
that will come. The drops will fill
buckets – faster than eyes blink –
but slower than brains think –
definitely faster than ships sink.
Today is just a drop in the bucket:
a drop sending ripples through
untouched waters I once knew.
Buckets hold life; we hold buckets.
That is something I cannot forget.