Elevators - Peter Adams

The thing that makes me proudest of my place in human race

Is that we never have to use the stairs: we elevate

Float like the comet of a far and distant place

Once you get a piece of it you won’t forget the taste

How did people live before they could be carried up into the air?

My static motion chair

Boring is walking, I’m a very busy man

I don’t have time to use my legs let it work while I stand

Dark in the shaft the rectangular capsule glides

Like an angel bearing gifts of interstellar rides

The future has arrived

It came while I was riding in my favorite box

The normal never shocks

Look at what you’re stepping into every morning

Ask why the baby squirms and cries without warning

Fly, you’re fine, the cable winds

Bring me up to floor or be left behind

Nine to five I’ll take the dive, so many times

I’m sure it’s fine