In to the phone’s world
I look,
So varied
So shiny
So new.

In to this
I download my memory,
My images,
My thoughts.

And all the questions
I might ask myself,
Both profound
And mundane,
Away I merrily Google.

The world
In one way widened,
And yet
One way closed

As life shifts
Ever nearer,
Ever closer
To the outside mind
Of the irresistible cloud.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.