You with the sad eyes
Who found the glass
In this swarm of activity
And I released the shutter
Capturing your moment
Of I know not what
Tired?
Beaten down?
Or just weary
Of yet another tourist
Stealing a moment of your life
For a purpose you’ll never know
The stone marker
A memorial to those who had come
But otherwise left no mark
After the third colony failed
The only visitors would be
Passersby and tourists checking off a box
A couple dares the ocean
To douse their sneakers
Which it will no doubt oblige
Her morning walks allow no thought
For the outcomes of such imprudent wagers
Just the waves the sand and the wind
Now on the homeward leg to shower and eat
Then off to work six days a week
At the cafe with its cliches and charm
Where she serves many a breakfast
To tourists and their soggy feet
Faces and life stories
Pedaled by
Captured in moments
Of pixels
Then a camera
Pointed back at me
Capturing a moment
Of a moment being captured
Our cameras lowered
A smile, a laugh, and a wave
We four strangers
In a moment of intimacy shared
A few boats rock
As tourists clamber aboard
Laughter and photographs
As my camera surveys the scene
One boat begins to move
Oars dipping, splashing
I find frame on the boat
Zooming out; zooming in
Click a few exposures
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
Layers of mystery
Peeled away
By time
Politics
And Money
Pix to Words 