Search Engine

Google has us frozen

Inside an eternal summer

Where shadows are fixed

Caught in a looping noon

Where our cursor stalks ghosts

Following the red minivan

Unintentionally caught

By all of us who watch

With the strangest interest

For nothing to happen.

Its license plate blurred

Until that uncaptured turn

Out of noon, onto another street.


You pass me by with your cursor 

I am here in the garden

Walking to the store, riding my bike

It’s warm today

But then, it’s always warm here.

I am all you’ve detected

Everything you’ve made me into

As part of your search

My face blurred

I am anyone and everyone

Busy with sun and shadow

I’m where you think I should be

I’m who you think I should be

Until you move your curser

Further from my street

Where noon will lose me



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25 Responses to Search Engine

  1. I wonder if cars in driveways on Google ever cause distress for the people living in the houses who don’t really own that car …
    This is a great poetic snapshot of a snapsho!

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  2. Proud_Clod says:

    I love this. I always feel uneasy tracing a route on a sunny day on my screen as the rain hammers down outside. It’s always sunny in silicon valley with clocks stopped at quarter to three

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  3. What I find most striking about your poem is the facelessness of the people and cars in Google Maps images. The unknown ones, if you will. I never thought about it this way…

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  4. Nicely expressed, Elan. Sorry I haven’t contributed for the past few months. Had to find a new place to live and then dump 85% of a lifetime of stuff, then pack and move, and, and and … now I live on a faceless street…..

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  5. …facelessly behind the drawn slats of a Venetian blind….

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  6. migueltio says:

    Too many people are fixated on the pages they are sharing their poetry on, instead of going out in the world and finding inspirations to write about in the first place.

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  7. Phil Huston says:

    Pleasantville redux. Lark’s Tongues in Aspic. Well drawn, even better seen.

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  8. vivachange77 says:

    Strange and foreign world. Not many tourists there?


  9. Coasting says:

    Perhaps Google has removed the filter and we are seeing people in reality. 😉

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  10. Ali Grimshaw says:

    “Caught in a looping noon” – this line is so perfectly expressed. A world of without sunsets, no thank you. What a fun topic to explore.

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  11. Dibaakor says:

    Good job… 🖤


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