The world seems far too heavy now, and still

Languishing here, ensconced within my hand;

I roam Point Nemo freely at my will,

And speak with souls who seek their solace grand;

By satellite I measure Fuji’s snow,

Or trace the Amazon through mountain scree

And seek lone places only penguins know—

Or ask a friend to come have toast and tea.

I can best Magellan in an hour,

Look down on places where no man has been

And glimpse Blake’s heaven in an astral flower

With telescopes that arc around the sun.

Through cyber sight I’ve seen the dawn of time…

Yet your sweet smile still bests all this in kind.