Bicentennial Man

I was born on the cusp of everything,

borne on the winds of change

Midstride life the world arrived

             into something

I was and am not familiar with,

I a longhunter in an unknown dimension

I was born to rotary phones

and electronic typewriters (though I never learned to type)

I remember when I was told I needed an email address,

and I did not know what this meant

I was born in an explosion,

a cannonball followed by future shock,

A foreshadowing of change

we could not know

 

I was born on the cusp of everything,

borne on the winds of change

Now leading my children

through worlds I never knew

Teaching them wonderments

I was never taught,

telling them of things

that never existed

when I was their age

I navigate them through a transient age,

a modular man stuck on the cusp of everything,

leaping forward,

 lunging back,

Sad for the lost things,

the silent things,

Though overjoyed with the new things,

these forward things,

ecstatic to see the new

 

I was born in a bicentennial explosion,

on the cusp of everything,

borne on the winds of change,

One foot in one world

another in the other

Looking forward

looking back

until my face becomes a moving mask