Beyond the window
Only clouds
Though comes the wind
To move them on
While they clear
We could explore
The world we’re in
There’s so much more
Or linger here
We may enjoy
What is revealed
While clouds move on
Beyond the window
Only clouds
Though comes the wind
To move them on
While they clear
We could explore
The world we’re in
There’s so much more
Or linger here
We may enjoy
What is revealed
While clouds move on
I record the world
To share what I have seen
And as I share
I often find
The moments missed
While I recorded
Like a beautiful smile
Meant for me alone
I recall the halcyon
Of inviolable youth
When life
Stretched out before us
As an infinite loop of fun
While pain and suffering
Seemed ephemeral
As an all-better kiss
And adulthood perceived
As a condition of denial
That play is anything but
A full-time endeavour
Long since has that glitter faded
Pain and suffering
Joined now as companions
But little desire has this adult
To deny a child
The pleasure of play
Rather play along
Perhaps to live again
The golden lie
Of youth
No matter the venue
Play always looks like play
In a place of otherness
I revel in the sameness
That is two girls taking selfies
On a sunny Sunday afternoon in the park
Accompanied by song and food, and laughter and play
We traverse the night
Guided by our inner light
Undistracted by the dark
Nor the turmoil of the flock in flight
In a public square
Filled with food, and music, and play
I scan for moments
A click here
A click there
Another and another
Every picture tells so many stories
Though some obscured
And some unfocussed
While others extend
Beyond the bounds of framing
And when I burrow in
Ever more intimate moments
To be found
Until…
I am caught
Moments in time
Suspended
Amplified
By the snap of a shutter
Held now in perpetuity
Captured
Gifted
To become
Moments for
Others
I have convinced myself
That chaos follows me
As if a companion
Or a stalker I can not shake
Until today’s revelation
That it is merely disorder
Of my own orderly creation
Like the roiling waters
Left in the wake
Of a vessel underway
And I am always underway
Though always looking back
Focused on the havoc
Left behind
In the lives of self and others
Manufacturing in my mind
The spiritual narrative
Of a Job-like tragedy
That relieves me of responsibility
Magic is a child
This unknown girl
Who casts upon
My weary soul
Unfettered glee
The guileless love
Which is delight
In briefest moment
Such sweet respite
From adult cares
Her master class
In living well