Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Along the bridge there’s a story 

Letters underneath 

Artifacts from another time 

People who sat here 

Thinking about their life

While the waters flowed 

And a population stirred 

Through millions of lights

Concrete filled with dreams 

Bustling from one point to the next

Ignoring the still person 

On the side asking for money 

Wonder what they know 

The rest of us don’t 

Almost 

Its not too late to turn back 

Conveniences are still waiting 

For happiness 

Rusted edges 

Eyes looking through cracks

Under this bridge 

Where it all started 

Are you really happy with things 

Material everywhere 

In each corner 

Filled with moments of plastic joy 

Now covered in dust 

We forget the insignificant 

At the end of it 

The lines that go beyond the bridge 

Connecting to the one 

We haven’t seen yet

Sensing the turn 

Before it exists 

Or as it is creating itself 

From the visions you continue 

Cultivating 

Moments of time 

Spent 

To evolve milliseconds 

The fierce work of a sobering moment 

When life smacks you in the face 

Saying simply 

You are here 

That is all you are 

Always