I saw him in the distance
And wondered if he was conscious
Of the beauty around He could not be
When earning a living has enslaved him
At the moment;
For as I delighted in the wonders
He was hoping a catch to sustain for the day

My wife and I
Sole occupants, not counting him,
Stepped out of the water
Prepared to leave
Knowing that we too are returning
To be slaves to systems and things
To be disregarded as things without feelings
To be treated as lifeless things…

Never to see more than what we have to see
Beauty to see lost in beauty never to see.