mobile

(an ode to my cheap nokia phone)

moving.
we move tirelessly
crisscrossing miles
that get us no
farther than our
first step.
like connecting dots
like drawing constellations
our destinations form
random shapes
from our arbitrary thoughts.
we move and stop and stare
then move again.
picking up memories
and saving them in
our hard drives
like we collect numbers
of people we keep
in our mobile phones.
in losing them,
the puzzle
we so patiently built
crumbles.