A Pome a Day for a Year

A shimmer from light beams, crossed
and chicaned. These human beings,
enlightened 24th century folk,
have left for future adventure and
here you remain, 21st.

The left behinds, the one offs,
your great importance a drop,
a mere momentary ripple
in the season of events outside
of your relevance.

What now? How can things return
to the stance they used to be?
How do you move on,
from magical and fantastical
situations, with knowledge
of being a bit player?

Remaining on your beach,
you are an island of life,
no one else may make shore,
can ever hope to understand
the crushing high.