Hands held in jail

A simple wreck of proportions 

Cell phone

Holding on 

Through every bend

Like a contortionist

Careful time delegation

In a room of lavish embellishments 

Awaiting

Through the gliding feel of the phone

Like a fresh shave in the morning

With force it reckons you back 

To embark on internets past

Although you may reject its request for 

Time and energy

You can not disagree

With the phones ability

To consistently

Win you back

It is a vigilant time apparatus

Strapped around your head

Walking through the muck

Of the walking dead

It’s valuable sensation

Is an impeccable sum

In the moments surrounding

The wild humdrum 

I was sleepy I suppose

Doing some back breaking work

All my work at stake

A seat for my parched mouth

Upon the error

My own movements fascinate my mind

Yet I am one giant advertisement

So I drink in another night

Drink it in deep 

Into the new morning light 

It’s different this time around

Changes in the way I hear

The holiday sounds

All around

I am reminded of a new normal

Changing customs 

Different yet warming

I have had 28 consistent years

So this was the year of more

Inconsistencies 

Some deliberately

Changes made inadvertently 

But in time I will see 

The effects of small moves

Start as ripples 

But shapes into grooves 

My new life ahead

Changes inevitable 

The lines I could have read

No matter what they said

Thee seasons were different this year

Missing loved ones 

I wish were here