Every time I see a stunning ancient statue, where every single crease of the robe has been painstakingly created, I think: So, that’s what people did before the Internet! This poem is inspired by a recent trip to some wonderful archaeological sites in Turkey.
Surrounded by impressive ruins with intricate patterns,
Elaborate mosaics from times gone by,
I cannot help but wonder:
What will we leave behind?
An unusable hard drive?
A tangled bunch of wires and adapters,
A rusty power bank, perhaps?
The ancient columns of the Caria,
The gods and giants of the carved myths
Were reassembled piece by piece.
The marvels of Laodicea, Ephesus
Were flattened out, but still exist.
What will be the fate of our microchips?
The marble dignitaries in creased robes
Nod at us with knowing eyes.
Weren’t we so lucky to have lived
In times with no Wi-Fi!
A single shudder of the Earth
can bury a thousand dreams.
There really isn’t any time
to stare at all those screens.
So go, explore, enjoy it all,
run through the fields awash with green;
Hair windswept, arms outstretched,
the lavender-scented breeze take in.
A pinch of innermost desires
mix in with the soil; be free,
before your future has become
somebody’s antiquity.
Purple Travel Path 