self love

our phone
has become our navel.
how we bend
down
to stare
into its buzz and glow.
the soft warm
light of self
indulgence.
it is who
we are.
this device,
this box
of us, and everything
known about us.
in a daze,
we go about,
eyes focused
on who we are, who
we might become,
and each and every thing
contained
within.