in the new age

in the new age, our worlds are small and do not meet

beset by tragic misfortunes we imagine to be figments

so real yet unimaginable we cradle them softly

and close our eyes

i walk through town following the reflecting sun

to the ocean at the edge of my world

tension makes a tangle

waiting for the wave ... we move tenuously through our daily routines with practiced niceties, trying to grasp our unformed apprehensions