A reading from the works of poet Anthony James Day who isn't with us anymore, but whose beautifully described moments of happiness he found in music, dancing, falling in love, and being wrapped in the universal love of an unjudgmental nature connected us when we met.
For the jellybeans in a jar
When you have a neural implant
That exactly scans the number
Trivia nights are out
With your encyclopaedic programming
What's the point of hide-and-seek
With enhanced thermal imaging
There's benefit to bridge the pathways
That control our ambulation
It's fine that you'll replace the milk
With a blink for online acquisition
But if a friend shares their excitement
At a book you must read
And you input it in real time
There really is no need
The joy of the unknown is lost
When you're synched with a cloud
You'll be a hive-mind know-it-all
No mysteries to shroud
It won't help you write poetry though
Or other purviews of the dreamers
Despite the algorithmic outputs
You create with other streamers
It won't enhance your wonder
When, in a moment, pausing,
You feel a sunbeam on your face
And the peace of thinking nothing
You'll have all the information
In the servers' collection
Immediately to mind
But what of your reflection?
