There was a time when we
would go to the desert or shore.
Now the desert comes to us
and we know the ocean
will arrive not far behind it.
We learned to shape our world,
mold it to our desires, perceived wants.
The world has grown weary of us
tinkerers never satisfied, more
our watchword, enough forgotten.
Now it demands that we
acceed t o its wishes, its whims,
and if we object, it reminds us
that it is merely playing
the hand that we dealt it.