Agent – Poem

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