I got out again this last weekend
Far enough away that there was no cell service, no internet
Far enough away that the smartphone might as well just stay locked in the glove compartment
Because it had no use aside from being a backup egg timer or flashlight
And it was good
I was able to touch all the grass
Out there beyond where the robots go
And after a few hours the din of social media faded
And I could no longer hear it chattering in my ears
And as I saw there in the stillness, reflecting in the dark
Much like now
I was left with a single question:
How do we reclaim the truth?
Because that’s what we’ve lost
And I don’t know if that’s the first step
Or the end goal
But I know that’s what we must do