Signs said in three languages
But who would stop them?
Steal moments
From unknown lives
Recorded
For all time
Subjects unaware
But for the occasional eye
Catching me
On my surreptitious perch
At the shutter’s release
Sheepishly
I set the lens aside
And with a nod
Beg forgiveness
For my crime
I connect
Not with being
But a fetish
This realm
Of virtual
Manifestation
And while I look
And while I connect
I am lost
To the moment
To my own presence
To being itself
While all around
Existence dances and plays
Without my participation
So I shelter
In a shadow
Of my own making
I see this now
Without judgment
The light remains
The shadow is
Temporary
I have the touch of your words
On my heart
The touch of your voice
In my mind
The touch of your spirit
On my soul
But what I want
Is the touch of your hand
On my flesh
Come back to me, my love
I miss your presence
With all my being
The regular stop
In the deep of the night
Homeward bound
Warmed inside
Until their eyes
Are trained on me
And I become a creature
Of penetrating interest
A creature
Which is not me
At all
Better the blur
Now as an adult
I am dominated by the fear
I learned as a child