Time between the mouse click and the response
waiting for a program to start or a printer to run
staring at the final moments of a microwave job
swaying over the toaster glowing but not done.
Hours spent daily wasting a lifetime away
betrayed by the machines of convenience
promising fruit from the tree of knowledge
while pointing/clicking at the pop-up ads
derived from one’s previous web searches.
With privacy now re-imagined
and the program still frozen
printer’s out of cyan and magenta
toast is burnt coffee came out weak
contemplate what we’re evolving to
I’d rather hear the sounds of crickets.