With all her heart
She sang
Though the power
In her voice came
From the moments
Between words
Between songs
In quiet introspection
Though the power
In her voice came
From the moments
Between words
Between songs
In quiet introspection
Faces and life stories
Pedaled by
Captured in moments
Of pixels
Then a camera
Pointed back at me
Capturing a moment
Of a moment being captured
Our cameras lowered
A smile, a laugh, and a wave
We four strangers
In a moment of intimacy shared
But point him down the hill
He’ll let them run
With surprising grace
And fluidity
Being there
Or the
Being away
Or the
Being in motion
Which defines the true nature
Of my wanderlust
I usually decide
There’s no need
To pick one
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
Perhaps enlightenment
is the condition
when all four
flow together as one
Fleeting moments
in the picture of India
forming in my mind
Instants
out of the corner of my eye
stopped in time
Unfocused
Blurred
Impressions