Screen

It’s a strange fog to live life in the background
to invest so much but also not move a muscle
to watch the world change as I sit
to cheer on a revolution from behind a screen

The world tumbles and tumbles,
and I probably should be tumbling too,
but I end up in one position,
looking through a blue screen

Even if I step outside, the world doesn’t spin
like it’s paused, waiting for me to turn around
wanting to change without my watchful eye
embarrassed until I turn back toward my screen

My small pebble doesn’t weigh up
to the mountain forming a bit away
as it moves through the lands
but only through a screen

So, I head back into the same spot
to the same position
to the same expression
as the screen watches me back

Copyright © Robin LeeAnn