He said
I wanted to meet
The man with such a smile
Said the stranger
Asking for a selfie of us
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
Walking past
Eyes turned away
She would never sit there again
Not without him
But point him down the hill
He’ll let them run
With surprising grace
And fluidity
Contemplate
Infinity
The great beyond
The littlest things
Quazar
Quanta
All that is
Material
Close my eyes
Another look
A look within
A look without
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
India
They wait
Between
The day behind
The day ahead
When time
Is all
My own
A quiet
Internal
Revel
In the beauty
Of it
All
Each a fleeting moment
Seen in the context
Of another realm
And none too clearly
What they are
Where they are
Who they are
Preconceptions projected
Upon an object
Obscuring the features
Of the object