On grey
Concrete
Tree leaves sway
On subtle
Breeze
Quiet reigns
On mindful
Day
Tree leaves sway
On subtle
Breeze
Quiet reigns
On mindful
Day
I feel it
Creeping up
From behind
Feel it
Entering me
Affecting me
But in the mirror
The effects of time
Are too subtle
Too slow
In the way we move
On the dance floor
In the way we act
In times of tragedy
In the things we build
As monuments to significance
I try to remind myself of this
In the low moments
When I feel anything but grace
Anything but graceful
Repaired
Revitalized
Restored
Overhauled
Renewed
Jacked up
Revved up
Supercharged
l saw you like that
From time to time
Brow drawn down
Eyes narrow
Squinting
Arms crossed tightly
Interlocked
A ward
A shield
A wall
A fortress
A few gentle waves
Erase a footprint
A sustained wind
Fills it with sand
Impressions
Are ephemeral
As am I
I love being
In the places
I might only imagine
From a sci-fi author’s words
I love to photograph them
Then tweak the image
To enhance
Their oddity
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality