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so i am not
in the moment
sober
i am not that far gone
but my myopic curiosity
of the world around me will
slip unfiltered into the world around me
i will remember everything
that is happening however
being at sea level
and coming from where
the mountains are full of majesty
as i look out
past the pool
into the Gulf of Mexico
i exclaim wow
what a view
the water so many shades of blue
with some crests of white
the palm trees
that sand etches into my memory
over come with the beauty
next to me
cigar now in hand
dropping from his mouth
looking at the pool
with a creepy growl
yes what a view
ownership
and intention
on display more than
the people in front of us
am i
any less clear of my intentions
i too want to own that vast
blueness in front of me
here i am an ephemeral
colonial voyeur
a tourist
am i making a connection
am i learning from what is shared
or am i taking what is not being offered
with consent
is consent implied
by their not refusing my tip
anymore than
their consent implied
by wearing that to the pool
is expecting more than just the tip
the disgust must be apparent on my face
as i attempt to articulate a response
oh the gulf of america
yeah it’s nice i suppose
your inability to
see beyond the moment
to realize you are
playing but a small role
on the life’s great stage
will delegate your memory
to the foot note of a century
i may get no notice
but the story being written
around this great gulf
will connect with the future
warning of the pain that ignorance brings
instructing those who listen
to open their hearts
absorb that which is shared
and above all
to not take
maybe not even with consent
share in the wonder of the telling
of a story