55 (a poem)

Bleh.… 

A day spent contemplating
the best representations of what it is
has gone

The word ‘already’ comes to mind
but it’s such an obvious choice
for a day spent avoiding obvious choices

After all that time spent contemplating
the best representations of what it is
I did pretty much the same thing I usually do

I have 90 minutes, a photograph
and a vague feeling to show for it

Years may go by
but some things are resistant to change
even the ones that make no difference

That includes obvious choices

(16 March 2018—posted March 17th)