reach, and reach again
for the smart phone, to look up
some knowable thing
a map, a fact, a recipe, a price—
The price for all this is absence
absence of space
of the quiet air
when something is still a mystery
space not spent on finding out
how many miles to our destination?
how big are giant squid?
how much fresh ginger to chop?
what time does it open?
The time it opens is this—
enough time to wonder
as somewhere deep a giant squid glides
if glide is, in fact, the word for what they do
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
I needed this! I need a giant squid to separate me from my smartphone. Thank you!