Our phones on the tiny table
like decks of cards
are silenced, but they light, they shake.
We know that they’re thinking.
Billions of years
none of the cosmic issues have been settled.
Water’s still seeking its own level,
the planet needs a few more eons
to figure out what it all comes down to.
On the smaller scale, it’s hesitantly spring,
and the server says No problem, back in a few.
Where we want to be is exactly
where we are,
but there's no way to get there
from here.