Out of the city, wandering through the fields of my grandma's home

I hear the crunch of the dry, summer grass as my steps continue

In this far off, fairytale place, I feel welcomed, yet alone

I reach for the phone, always in my pocket, which

Connects me to every inch of the world.

I think to share this perfection

With those I love.

Then I realize,

That perfection

Is marred by

The presence of the phone.