Prisoners
Poem
Published in
Feb 5, 2021
Moments of discovery,
relics of the past,
warm in confines
free of a concrete reality,
doorsteps overflowing
like altars of sacrifice
to an angry deity.
The signposts have faded,
years now indistinguishable
in blue light
emanating from the trap
that has ensnared
our lives,
our time,
our thoughts —
prisoners
of a moment from
which we are disconnected.
Kevin E. Pittack Jr. 2021
