FLUX

six o'clock anti meridian
an orange horizon merges into an azure sky
the 63 building winks knowingly across the rooftops
the stars are still bright
a new day dawning
all is flux
a fleeting moment of crepuscular serenity
before the sun rises
before i brave the arteries of this restless city
all we have is now
then it's gone in a flash
like they say democracy isn't something that is
it's something that has to be fought for every day
still we cling to our certainties
we lament our pasts
impatiently await our futures
covet status and luxury
nurture our self-importance
scorn humility
oblivious to the glories of nature
blind to the simple pleasures of our immediate surroundings
and while we think only of what we can gain
we forget too easily what we lose