We stand watching,
hear the oohs, and the aahs,
the click and the flash of the camera
invisible against a night sky
decorated by man made fireflies.
In the same way that bloggers relive
the monotony of everyday experience,
hoping to make one lasting connection
with a complete stranger,
or poets hope to relive one moment
for their reader,
nobody really cares.
All that wasted energy and noise.
All this useless beauty.
Time spent in the pursuit of an experience
I was here.
I did that.
That was me.
All we have to show is a shadow.
Reflections, blobs of falling embers in a sky already full of wonder,
and rather than living the experience, we collect it.
These moments are gifts.
They are not investments.
Do not swap a shared experience
for a talent for photographing fire-works.