There was a time, when I took a lot of photos,
then edited them, into either this or that.
Now, when I see them, I begin to wonder:
Where did that time go?
How did I come to this?
There was also a time, when I wrote poems
I don’t seem to do that either, any more
the future is now
when you’re laying you’re puzzle
chunks, bits and pieces
in the choice of your own.
so don’t even think
of gluing them together
in a malicious pattern
you don’t even adore
an old poem of mine