Vast point of view,
you can see for miles,
while your son plays games
on the computer, being
he is only four
and still dons a diaper.

Moving through the machine,
a black and white display of  un-colour,
dodging back and forth
while the minutes go in and out,
or do they stick around
in one great unbroken weave.

Nothing to worry about,
embrace this moment
and savour the thought of savouring it.
I just want to sit here
and sip my wine
and dream of the grandiose.

A toast to this
and a toast to that,
they are all on automatic.
spontaneity does not move
well through the machine,
there is always a glitch.