We are the invisible, inaudible throng in the room
murmuring, beckoning, shouting, demanding
We are all more important than that person in front of you,
your child, your partner, your parent, your colleague, your friend
with the empty hands.
We are the silent directors of every situation.
as you eat one-handed.
(Honoured guests at the table).
in the loo.
(Nobody can bother us there).
tugging your sleeve at school
and when you get home.
(There's no getting away from us, wink emoji).
at work, feeding you vital information.
(We have so much to tell you).
(Action it now!).
in bed, wheedling for just one more minute,
one more hour in our blue lit world.
at your waking yelling,
'Catch up! catch up!'.
as you walk your muted child
(earphones guarantee that)
with the empty hands
outfacing in a buggy.
in your Pilates class calling,
'Urgent! Urgent!' from your bag.
With you in the cinema, theatre, concert hall
glowing in your lap.
as you collide on the pavements.
as you walk, eyes cast down, across the road.
as you drive,
flashing and pinging from the passenger seat
(we'd rather be in your hand -
or balance us on the steering wheel why not?).
tucked tight into your neck
if your hands are unavailable.
in that one brief, unoccupied moment
(it's scary isn't it?),
'Look down at us.'
Not up at that boring person
with the two empty hands in front of you,
your child, your partner, your parent, your colleague, your friend.
What have they to offer?
Can they play endless games,
sing any song,
find you a mate,
(we have thousands to show you -
some of them real!)
feed you News! News! News!
tell you the capital of Burkina Faso,
(go check - you need to know NOW, it's funny)
give you the latest celeb gossip,
show you comical pets,
their cute children,
(even when they are asleep and all unknowing
that the world is peering in),
their better clothes,
better make up,
(you can have it now!).
'Talk to us!'
'Tweet! Pin! Snap! Blog if you still do!'
Made a cake?
We made cakes too!
That road will never end.
We are with you.
Not sure you are there?
We'll show you yourselfie.
And if we die.
(You might drop us in the bath.)
And we cannot be with you.
How will you survive?
What will you do
with your silent empty head,
your two empty hands?
This the operator.
Trying to connect you.
Someone will be