Never Here

we're never here anymore, glued to a phone
talking to someone elsewhere, we're never here
when a rhinoceros walks by in a gorilla outfit
our eyes do not see the rain clouds roll in, finding
ourselves drenched and then
clothes wet, cold, we grab our jackets,
holding our phones to our ears only to
run inside somewhere to continue our
conversation with someone who
is not here.
how much we miss.



http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/08/passersby-preoccupied/