Connected

It used to be when you went away
That you were out of touch,
But with technology today
You can't escape as much.

You know your email's piling up
So you just have to check it,
And doing so takes solitude
And tries its best to wreck it.

Your cell phone works most everywhere,
You always can be reached;
And if you try ignoring it,
Well, etiquette is breached.

Folks who Twitter, text or stay
Attached to their Blackberry,
Don't comprehend "vacation" much
Or anyway, not very.

There must be locations
To be incommunicado,
But they'd only lure a true
Escape aficionado.

Most of us can't claim that crown
For reasons deep or shallow,
So we will connect, so our connections
Won't grow fallow.

Which is why, although I am
A thousand miles away,
I sit at a computer
And will post this poem today.