The sun breaks through
Leaving a glimmering kiss
On Howe Sound’s rippling waters
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
Of hardscrabble lives
For creatures without fire, food and shelter
And the human beings who cannot afford them
Else I’d have never known
The depths of blue
The click of a shutter
Could create
In just half a second
With the day near done
Laying back, warm sun
Close my weary eyes
Breathe a heavy sigh
The day was long
Night comes on
To fitful
Sleep go I
I wonder at it
Why it won’t just
Wash away
Instead, oh instead
It just piles up
Detritus
Clouds
And mountains
Mingle
In a waning light
The camera records
As a monochrome
I think of time
As if it were
A thing
Of itself
As if it were
A force ravaging
My body
My memories