Two moments captured by mine
Caught in another
Eternities wrought
With the release of shutters
Thrice in a moment
Eternities wrought
With the release of shutters
Thrice in a moment
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
The first
Long
Draft
Is a
Deep
Breath
In
Attachments melt away
The mind quiets
Its obsessive
Narcissism
For a moment
Nothing else matters
But this
Single
Moment
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
I capture a moment
In an infinity of moments
Preserved only for so long
As time will allow
Longer than memory, perhaps
A record of my existence
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
Awakened human spirit
A grace divine replies
The night is done
New day is come
I breathe in deep
Exhale a grateful sigh