A mind in which a decision was made,
today
in the faces framed and hidden by tint
speeding by, expressionless,
only hints
perhaps of a life lived, perhaps of an existence.
May not the worth
save that which entertainment gives,
be all that ties us to this earth.
May not the price,
save that which being takes,
be all that others know of our quarrels,
for in those reflexions that pass we see,
our essence in vicarious triviality.
NS
This poem was written in the wake of a strange day sat aside a freeway being watched by thousands of uncaring, unhelpful eyes (save for six, the owners of which I thank dearly and endlessly!). It inspired me to do something that feels – and you’ll attest to this if you’ve ever tried it – quite strange. To write and then read about yourself in the third person. This is where I’m reading it: http://closedencountersofthe3rdperson.blogspot.com
Regards,
Nathan Charlton-Salwowski.
