Small Black Camera

I walk along Kalakaua
with this small black camera
in late afternoon and search out
images to form in and around.

I walked in a city I didn't know,
during a day poorly spent on a
lonely island.

The air was cool,
the sun low,
the light rich and orange.

People are smaller than I
They are fragile as tinder

I must appear absurd and
gargantuan in my shorts and
stripy shirt.
I wear my hair long and tangled
and a beard