Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part ten

Photo by William J Spirdione

Starting up the trail at noon in July,
The two friends climbed under the endless sun.
Nine hundred years swimming, the old man's spry.
The glaciers melted, the trek well begun.

The map that’s a plan and clock was unfurled.
“Hand me that wrench little girl, be aware.”
“Don’t call me a little girl,” Said the girl.
“Looks like the sky on the new moon in there.”

“Lights of Machine Brain,” he already knew.
Consequences could be catastrophic.
“If the world ends, at least we have a view.”
Always watching, it’s mind philosophic.

“Who will lead, if we succeed, little man.”
“That is the question, little girl, the plan.”

To be continued…