Country Fried

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

This poem has been in my head for a while.  I find it much easier to read poetry these days than novels, my mind is too crowded and busy with work to take on the responsibility of caring for characters and plots.  Poems on the other hand have a habit of lingering away until they suddenly resonate, out of the blue.