Category: People

The Gaze

I wonder now
In those quiet moments
Of public solitude
Am I often the object
Of a gaze

She came dressed
Playfully
For the rain

But the rain
Didn’t come

Just as well
She thought

Letting the surf
Wash high up

Her pretty
Yellow
Boots

Sometimes
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience

Sometimes
This body
Like a trophy
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Beyond my ability
Beyond my creation

And I
Wonder I
At who am I
Whether this body is I
Or some other I

We grope around in the darkness
Seeking the light which illumines
The stories waiting for us to tell

On a grey gloomy day
Spattering rain and mist
The sun rose
On the westerly horizon

In the form
Of a bright yellow slicker
With matching wellies

Animated
By a girlish delight

In the roiling sea

Simple pleasure
Elemental
Satisfaction

For the dog
For the man

For the unseen eye
Guiding the lens

To capture
The perfect
Moment

In all the world
Few things seem heartier
Or more profoundly confounding
To the meek
Than a thrill-seeker
Seeking thrills

I let the tide
Carry my worries away
As the sea whispers
Sweet lullabies
In timeless rhythm

Dour and grey
Is a frame of mind
Which cannot survive
An inner child

Rage rises

With every
Repetition

“Boys will be boys”
They say

All around
The world

Meaning
Simply

Girls are made
To be had