Drinking Coffee with AI

My 5 A.M. poem about Artificial Intelligence

So here I am at 5 a.m.
drinking coffee with Claude
while the world burns in high definition.

Strange times.

Part of me is exhilarated. Astonished honestly.
Part of me thinks we are handing matches
to emotionally unstable primates
with Wi-Fi and god complexes.

The machines are getting smarter.
Meanwhile humans still can’t figure out
how to stop bombing each other
or scrolling past suffering.

And yet. . . .
I keep hoping.

Maybe this thing becomes medicine.
Maybe it helps us organize wisdom,
spread compassion, wake each other up.

Or maybe it numbs us further
into glowing little islands of isolation.

Hell if I know.

I just know the birds outside my window
still sound more trustworthy
than most political leaders.

So the question for me this morning is simple:

How do I stay human
while standing this close
to the electric edge of the future?

And what about you?

Do you think these strange new machines
will deepen our humanity
or slowly replace the parts of ourselves
that still know how to gather,
grieve,
touch,
listen,
and love?

Jayne~