he phone rings and you hop
and answer, even here,
on Table Mountain
the day after Easter.
The call
winds on.
We jump from stone
to stone
above the silvery lips
ringing Cape Town.
Your sons’ eyes shine
with the wonder of the view
but you’re caught–
discussing
discounts and taxes.
Postcards from Italy---Natalia Sarkissian 
I love this poem. It really captures how we let technology, business and responsibilities steer us and how it’s not always in the right direction.
I so agree! The tyranny of the cell phone and email! And what a beautiful hillside!
Thanks for stopping by Brenda!