Sunbathers on a beach
slumber, oiled and indifferent
to the grandiose history of a grain of sand
or the dark, unsoundable depths
of the waves’ home.
Destroying the magic
Footsteps in the wilderness
no matter how quiet
make the wilderness
I feel no need to touch the pyramids
to see my footprints in desert sand
or stalk a tiger with native guide
or be the first to leave a plastic bag
in a virgin forest.
Floating hotel squats
obstructing the riverfront
spewing its load of credit cards
into the waiting boutiques.
Better to watch and observe
than snap and snap and snap.