Reflections

I wrote this after I was given the prompt of describing a character depicted in any old photo. I stumbled upon this fairly early on and was drawn by the name of the young boy captured.

His name is Morse,

ironic isn't it?

Here the boy stands

on a sidewalk at night.

His look of raw awe

mixed, confusingly, with innocence

is focused on one thing:

The reflection of a woman,

framed by an itty-bitty, bright box,

reveals the focus of his perpetual gaze:

his first television.

Sitting in a store's window

it drew his curiosity

like nothing had before.

The irony of his condition is crystal clear,

the namesake of man's first long-distance communication,

stopped in his tracks by the latest.

It makes one wonder,

'Will our children have the opportunity for such a reaction?'

That innocence,

that awe at technology's greatness,

was lost to us when we pursued its advancement,

and focused only on the new.