not looking into a glaring smartphone

just sitting and paging randomly through magazines 
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
lounging on a beach chair looking at everyone else
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
waiting in a queue and chatting with a fellow queuer
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
eating a sandwich and staring into the void of a quiet moment
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
lying on your back an staring into the ever-changing clouds
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
going into the loo and admiring your inner thighs
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
having tea with a girlfriend and showing her your knitting
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
disappearing into the hallway fixing a stray hair
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
walking between the car and the shop and looking out for a trolley or basket
and NOT looking for your glaring smartphone
climbing into bed and musing about your accomplishments for the day
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
sitting in the backseat of a car and counting trees and lamp poles
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
watching a film and enjoying the full gamut of the plot
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
cooking with a handwritten recipe
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
finding a new place in a dog-eared map
and NOT looking into a glaring smartphone
fuckit return to your own mind space
those exquisite imagined spaces
dream out loud again
feel timelessness
make your own visions
do not feed so passively and lazily on the visions
fed to you by your glaring smartphone