. Alone Together Narcissus, in the days of old, Fell in love with his reflection. He knew none greater to behold And starved while staring at “perfection.” Now we’re enamored with our phones Reflecting worlds of our own minds. We sit and stare, as still as stones, Bound by the modern tie that blinds. At beaches, churches, concert halls, Campgrounds, parks, and county fair, We shut ourselves in online walls As at our phones we stop and stare, Side by side with closest friends. We shun and snub each other thus, And our relationship descends To that of strangers on a bus. . . Joshua C. Frank works in the field of statistics and lives near Austin, Texas.