GPS can translate me
to a colored dot flashing
enmeshed in digital webs
spun from triangulation point
to triangulation point
that will tell you
where I am, not
the what or the how of it
and maybe
if my dot overlaps
or coalesces
with another dot
of a different flash rate
or shade
we could be picking peas
or making love
no difference
to that colored dot
blinking innocent location
in my purse
and his flashing
from his pocket
unaware of anything
but their own wheres
Susan Daniels Poetry 
So much unsaid (by the flashing dots. I’ve yet to use anything GPS; I must be getting old.
LOL, not old–this was inspired by listening to the radio–again. I need a GPS, but have not purchased one yet…
I really like this. The penultimate stanza is my favorite part.
š mine too, but all the GPS cares about is location, location, location, not what who those dots represent are doing…
I guess the GPS is like many bankers, politicians, multinational ceos and loads of other “powerful folks” in the business of business.
Know what? Very good point you made there–not people but dots or demographics, or (my least favorite word) consumers, or voters/constituents… Ugh. People/individuals lost in the symbols that represent them.
what the GPS saw and what the GPS can say! Points only have meaning in human “spaces, places and paces” in the end!
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Yes, so I will leave the poor little dots to flash on their own, unmolested by me…
I’ve never driven but was on a drive, the GPS WAS thinking we were in Utah! Im into regular maps~ great imagery! ~Deb
š Thanks, hon!