She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself
As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient
But… Oh! If I could choose
Choose anywhere in the world
It would be here, I’d live
In that dark house by the sea
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture
I rise
Before the sun
Rise to greet a new day
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature