The Blackberry (TM) break

Small circles tessellate across my page,
Bigger and less uniform as they escape the corners,
But wait, silence has fallen on the meeting,
In a moment I am back to school,
The teacher has asked a question, everyone
Waits with half breathed breathe.
But no, a surreptitious look to left and right reveals,
Heads down, worlds apart, broken conversations
Hang in mid-flight -

The Blackberry break.

Opposable thumbs demonstrating their evolutionary
Potential. But that hunched squinting blinkered mode,
Reflecting stone-age figures marveling at fire,
Ah, but fire is communal and this, this is about as
Distant as man can get. Broken lines wrapped
To fit small windows on a smaller world,
Building global bridges but crossing them alone.