At the park
On a sunny Sunday
In a timeless observance
Of time’s frivolous expense
Small moments accumulate
In a life worth living
Intertwined
Overlapped
Layer upon layer
Of existence
Simultaneous
Discrete
Yet none
Entirely separate
From the others
A community
A reef
Beneath the ripples
Of time
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
A shadow
In the darkness
Of multitudes
Eternities wrought
With the release of shutters
Thrice in a moment
Unsettled
Uncertain
Movement fractured
Undeterred
Unrelenting
Moving forward
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
Pix to Words 