when cell phones have parted us

and factories and robots

and cars—

all those nice cars

and video games and grocery stores

and televisions

when it is hard to look you in the eye

and my fingers jerk

and my mind twitches

and my stomach searches

and computers—

all those expensive computers…

and i can’t sleep

and sometimes i sleep too much

and oh my God i’m twitching

it will be nice to look at this picture

and think about the barns.

the quiet barns

and the simple trees.

the calm farmer

the calloused hands.

the shoes, the clothes, the hair, the faces–

thinned out, not new.

the cock-crow light on the backs of chickens

the nimbus around the good milking cows.

the looks on their faces

as they pause for a long while

to survey all the greatness they’ve built…