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