I wait for yesterday
Knowing it will not return
But I want it back
To rethink and react differently
It will not return, but
My mind has it sequestered
And my camera has evidence
That it did exist and was amazing
I will have today
What will it present and
How will I act differently?
I am wise, but grasp for the complex
Even though I may be subdued
But living with a failure
Is more alluring than hiding
So many things not understood
A world I never made, but a
Place in which I now exist
Bewildering, only to the extent
That it is difficult to observe
Technology present and functioning
That could not have been a decade ago
I will take pictures
Point my camera in all directions
Look for light to capture
Subdue the preposterous with
An even older piece of mystery (My camera)
People gaze at me, I am sure
Thinking, we have all been there, man
The lights, the action and
Brilliant billboards flashing
Little markets; people passing by
Looking, touching and purchasing
Merchants with ancient carts
Still functioning, beholding and
Wondering about tomorrow
Stanski
January 29, 2025 ^
Steve Haarman 