A Rumination on Navigation

My thanks to Zina Deretsky for this lovely poem:

The Minotaur Sat

Remember when our navigation

Was instinct, stars and perspiration?

The stars were bright


No East, no West, not this foundation

But light and dark and murmuration

Relying only on our sight


Now stimulation has led to simulation —

A digital interpretation

This is our boon, this is our plight


It’s petabytes of information

Thrown to our seated rumination

We’ve lost mobility… this zootrope does us delight


As if the Minotaur, Awe’s very ancient incarnation

Did something truly frightening within the Labyrinth:

He took a seat, plugged in his earbuds… and opened Chrome for recreation…

Our immobility – the modern fight.

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