Cloud of Information

I have to laugh.  Even as I write this, I know this blog is adding to the massive Cloud of Information.  Somehow this does not bother me.  So...what does it matter that someone might find out how many steps I take in a day, or whether my sleep was light or heavy?  Still... I am the child of the father who always overpaid his taxes, in part so he would be left alone.  I am the child of the father who sought to protect anything and everything.  This Memorial Day I am the child of the father who fought in World War II, who was injured in France, the only one left alive when his truck was bombed.  I am the child of the father who never talked about such things.

So many things

To pay attention to.

We have devices

Which almost mean

We do not

Have to pay attention to anything

Ourselves.

The devices will do it

For us

Just as long as there is Wi-Fi.

The devices will chronicle

Every atom of sleep

Deep or catnap;

Every step we take

Running

Or walking;

And oh so many

Other things.

There is an application

For everything, almost.

The apps will register it all

In the Cloud of Information.

I am the child of my father.

I just purchased

A pedometer.

It will count my daily steps

As I work up

To ten thousand.

It will not be registered

Anywhere

But in my head.

I leave my sleep

To fend for itself.

I am the child of my father.

The Cloud of Information

Knows enough about me

Already.