Poem: one of those days

you are trying to get the moon,
but you can’t –

not because you don’t have a spaceship,
not because their isn’t fuel,
not because you don’t know how,

but because,
you can’t find the keys,
to the door.

It’s been one of those days.


Poem: progress

There were four:

  the horse, the driver, the carriage, and the passenger.

Then there was the horseless carriage and there were three:

  the driver, the car, and the passenger.

Now there is the driverless car and there are two:

  the car and the passenger.

In the future, will there be teleportation, and only be one:

  the passenger?

And after that, will there be virtual travel, and there be none?