Time, Time, Where Is It Going? Poem by Connie Webb

Clicking this,
Clicking that,
Reading emails,
Answering emails,
Time, time, where is it going?

This story,
That story,
Read some more.
Look this up,
Look that up.
Sitting here, sitting here.
Time, time, where is it going?

Staring at this monitor
Hours go by.
More hours go by.
What did I do today?
I sat here,
That is what I did.

Did I interact with anyone?
Did I get some sunshine?
No.
Here I am.
Like so many of us.
Looking things up again.
Emailing again.
All in silence.
Sitting here.
All alone.
And time, time, where is it going?