urgently pulling the child's hand

the parent issues admonishment

for a continual staring down at sidewalks:

'quit acting depressed;

what will people think,

what will they say?

it won't hurt you to look

them in their eyes and communicate.'

but no one understands.

there is no sadness in me;

only curiosity regarding

countless cracks we step over,

forgotten copper pennies,

wads of gum smoldering

in the summer afternoon,

an old banana peel

adds a splashy bit of sunshine

like a flower on a gray stone fence.

if I had a camera

I would take a photograph.

if I had a camera

everyone would remember.

but all I have are words and paints

and an earth-consuming wonder.