When in Rome, Roam

When in Rome, Roam

I lost my phone in Rome

& it was stolen, so

For a week I roamed,

In Rome, without a phone

That must’ve been how it felt

Before a phone was even a phone

In the way that we now have

These cell-phones

The days I roamed,

Without a phone,

I learned to notice

How much everyone else

Is always staring at their phones.

Always, with a phone:

They always need a picture of

This && that, They need

The digital map, They need

To call & text & Snapchat

I was free, without

A phone: to observe.

Simply observe. Breathe.

Now I have a phone again,

Now I have learned my lesson.

photo by Juliana Tattoli