Taps

Millions of years of evolution and we emerge

To this elevated period of walking head down

Eating head down living head down

All the while networking head down

With the discordant anxious tap tap, taps

Of our remarkable opposable digits

As if we held the programmed world in our hands

When the hands in our world need holding

What a cute couple…lovely couple

Did you two see that?

This insignificant little bird’s aerial acrobatics

Snatching that dusty dodging moth midair

Providing for its hungry trusting hatchlings

Nesting in the late evening rose lit

Carefree flowering crabapple tree

Under which your bowing heads appear in veneration

 

Tap tap, taps

No – I didn’t think so