#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Because I walk in morning hoping, to picture
what is as yet #unseen #unnoticed #unimagined
a little anxiety hums an irritation, I hear
a cranky voice with a cranky warning -
all there is to see you've seen before - every wildflower
wilting, every web of sparkle on grass is a cliche
leaves in autumn are coloring, this won't surprise - stop!
What's the point of pointing out yesterday's news?
The voice hums nothing that is news to me, I'm wasting
time for no good reason. The news is I keep going,
across, the trestle ties are wood and rotting, yes,
and any second a train might be coming, yes, but
the humming isn't what's stopping me, see - the
picture I am making from these worn out tracks.
All photos and words copyright Kelly DuMar 2016