Amusing the way all things static
themselves change.
Reminiscing of a former love,
chuckling, then sighing,
you ponder the way, how
things ended.
You wonder, “Could this have been…”
and you catch yourself
to save the pain of pointless hypotheticals.

You’ve lost your surroundings.
Given in to nostalgia, lost yourself.
Memories of the wharf grab
your attention.
Refuse to let go for fear, that is
of losing them entirely.

Bring yourself, together again.
Walk down Coffee St.
and admire the race of the 9 to 5,
the walking suits that travel as
a flock of penguins from here to there.
Watch the kids coming home
from the school day,
with their pails and their backpacks,
and grins from ear to ear.

We’re the nostalgic kind,
living yesterday-to-yesterday,
sometimes at least.
Remember to heed the day
and the allure of its siren’s call.
You’re in the now, your home.