I love to watch the morning come awake
(that’s iambus) sitting in front of the
coffee house on my bench happily observing
the bustle—now that I’m not part of it:
the women so fresh, the men so determined,
the sparrows who nest in the eaves so
pert and eager. I take it all in.
I am the timeless observer, sent here
to record and pass on the complexities
of this planet’s culture, charged not
to interfere. I sip my coffee, light
a cigarette, write it all down. I’m
not in a hurry but I’m aware of time. I
want the record complete when they beam up.
–Albert Huffstickler at Quack’s, June 8, 2000