Arlene Corwin Poetry

I was thinking. And out of the blue came this:

There May Come A Time 🌥🌤

There may come a time
When we go back to pen and paper,
The computer age erased
By forces unforeseen and many.
IPads, smart phones, access to the virtual
Replaced by nature’s natural:
Horses, walking, slow, slow living;
Ways of keeping warm, of cooking, growing,
Keeping well, spending time:
Everything that was not prime becoming prime.
New constellations, working tools:
New taboos and also rules,

The good come out of all of this,
For knowledge does not disappear
And mankind is inventive. Schools
Of thought that sprout and kiss,
Staying awhile once they appear –
For nothing lasts forever.
There May Come A Time 5.27.2019 Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Realty; Arlene Nover Corwin