Sugary mouthfuls
Glee in ev’ry single bite
Warms this adult heart
Sugary mouthfuls
Glee in ev’ry single bite
Warms this adult heart
Simple steel design
Keeps Chinese world in motion
Flying Pigeon bike
We share a gaze
He a brave stance
At the Entrance
I from the street
Eye to viewfinder
Framing the frame
Within a frame
Click
Decades pass
Scanning through the scans
Seeking inspiration
From days all but forgotten
Memories vague
Impressions with few details
But for a few frames
A moment caught as light
Falling on silver
Frames of reference
Scanned to bits
Then left unedited
Until today
Another frame
Before and after
The unremembered moments
What happened before
What happened next
The unknown frame
Of time
A frame
Within a frame
Within a frame
Within a frame
I can call up
This moment
Captured in a click
Beyond that
In time and space
Is outside the frame
It’s easy enough to forget
Not all the world lives
In a land of strip malls
And freeways
With manicured lawns
And high rise apartments
Where a bicycle
May be a family’s
Only mechanical transportation
And great fortune buys
A donkey and a cart
It’s easy enough to forget
Even after having been there
Spent time with and among
The people of the world
Who consider themselves
Wealthy and secure
While owning so little material
Commanding so little wealth
The people
Who are no greater
And no lesser
For the value of their possessions
Or the education they are allowed
Or any other outward marker
I have been taught
Signifies sophistication
Civilization
Value
Are these not
People who love
No less
Laugh
No less
Live with vigour
And consequence
And meaning
No less
Who are to be valued
And loved
No less
It is the lesser of us
Who believe otherwise
And it is they
Whom I pity
If these lesser beings
Exploit those with less
Then it is they
Whom I abhor
Innocence
Knows no boundaries
Knows no hatreds
Knows no wars
But it is not all coy smiles
Happiness wrapped
In a best friend’s warm arms
Even the innocents
Know hunger
Even the innocents learn fear
I would wrap these two up
Protect them from such lessons
But mine is the world
They should learn
To fear
The world men made
The world men maintain
A world not made
For innocence
“She is like an angel,” he says, awed
I nod my head
As her boat recedes, into the night
I check the display, hoping I caught it
It’s there, as I search for words
Transcendant
Is where I land
When neither beauty nor perfection suffice
And even the divine of angelic falls short
A word for when no word captures an experience
In a city of thrum and hum
Always in motion
Always in commotion
Whose voice knows only to shout
Islands of quiet patience
Await their moment
To rejoin the miasma
Of humanity
Test the lines again
Against prevailing currents
Reassured secure
Harried by sea gulls
Or so it seems
Invited guests
Swarm the hands
That feed them