Reflection, Very Brief

More and more I wonder
at such scenes,
at disconnection absolute:
at moments, ordinary in each time
and not so far apart,
become as alien from each other
as planets circling separate stars.

Stranger still to think of what’s to come,
of specters, queer as dreams,
who’ll roam these urban spaces
ages after we have gone.

I suppose they’ll give what pictures
of the past we leave
at best a wry and fleeting glance.

Could be they’ll question
for a moment (hardly more)
that beings so peculiar, so unconscious-strange,
once walked the selfsame earth as they.