Graffiti, Mahon, Menorca, August 2018 — Photograph by Ben Weinberg

Addicted to connection and speed,

no appetite for delay,

no patience for limits.

Say good-bye frustration,

Hello, one-click, instant gratification.

So long mom and pop.

Why settle for the corner store?

On to bigger and bigger and more.

Industrial affliction,

selling compulsion without compunction.

Viral memes,

the digital murmur,

lulling, mindless,

over and over, until

no one hears.

Long ago, on a dry summer afternoon,

the bucket scraped the bottom of the well.

Came up empty,

time to move on.

Far away, but I can hear it,

scrape of dusty feet on the long walk,

moving on.

And, in our time, who’ll stand by the open door,

shine a light into the encroaching gloom,

the approaching storm,

to welcome home the weary and lost?

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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