Typing, driving …
How they told us
would be mechanical
once we learnt them.
At first daunting
- the A, B, C
then starting to come
easily …
Changing gears
like a pro,
spinning tales
in minutes,
hands and fingers
finding the A, B, C
mechanically.
Life too
in some ways
is like that these days
the freshness gone
the stale A, B, Cs
of life left alone.
I don’t stare at them
with wonder galore
don’t look for them
to find them anymore.
Hands move
mechanically
to the alarm clock,
and then
to the toothbrush.
Smiles and frowns
are mechanical
and so is saying,
“I love you.”
