The Less We Have

Daily Poetry

1990.
No phones.
No TikTok.
No Likes.
No Netflix.

No Amazon.
No Kindle.
No Apps.
No Clickbait.

1990.
The revving of CDs in absence of digital media,
the wired headphones strapped to our radios,
and it sings its tunes with its rustic voice.

Childish laughter and screams echo through the neighborhood,
teeming with life and adventure.
Friends and bonding burning memories with that CRT, the heart throbbing echo of the Playstation as it boots up.

Fewer polygons. Fewer features.
Fewer worries.

Quietness.
Peace.
Connection.
A deep appreciation.

Perhaps to move forward, we first must take a step back.

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