I Forgot My Phone

I cannot explain the feeling
        of utter lostness
        --so cut off
        --so unreachable

        bereft of connection

                after connection
                        after connection.

I was as if stranded
        on the proverbial deserted isle,

all alone with nothing but

        brilliant sunshine,
                cooling breezes,
                        soft warm sand,

        and quietness,

        interrupted only by

                that slurping sound I make
                over juicy pineapples.

©2011 Bob Mason

My Little Ballerina

Tiny pink wisp,
Full of turns and twists,
Earnestly leaping,
Artfully creeping
Right into my heart.

©2011 Bob Mason