A Canoe Trip (poem)

A wretched feeling:

Wasted time.

Imagine:

Finding photos,

Taken in summer,

Vibrant,

Beautiful.

A trip:

Good company.

One walks on a log,

Another pants,

The camera clicks.

All three:

On a canoe,

Braving clear waters,

A layer of mist,

A radiant sun.

Now imagine:

Witnessing winter,

In its power,

On and under all.

But that is not

The problem here.

The issue:

Summers past,

Friends distant,

The time wasted,

Knowing it

Can happen again.

Experience drained

By technology,

Wondrous science,

Life-sucker,

Addictive.

I forget the touch of summer.

-Zero

Inspired by this series of photographs.