Colours and edges
Splashes and blur
Nothing to see
But for the eyes
A turn of a head
And just enough detail
This would be a discard
X’d out on a contact sheet
But for those eyes
Because now I want to know
What she sees
Colours and edges
Splashes and blur
Nothing to see
But for the eyes
A turn of a head
And just enough detail
This would be a discard
X’d out on a contact sheet
But for those eyes
Because now I want to know
What she sees
Step back
Allow details
To live and flow
Breathes the rhythm
Breathes the rhyme
In the subtler play
Of space and time
Then turn around
To discover
Yet another wonder
Leaves me to wonder
How many others
Reflect upon this other
Reaching up
Where black kites soar
In deep blue skies
With wispy cloud
And from the top
The calls to prayer
Are sung five times
To rally faithful
Not intended
To diminish
The faithful
But to invite