A flash in passing
From a train window
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
But there it is
The little jiggle
In the capturing moment
Where the house light doubles
Only I will notice, too
The crescent moved
As did the evening star
And the clouds
I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest
Not of the tree
Not separate from it
But the tree, itself
And as it lies there
Like a cat on blanket
Napping in the afternoon sun
Coming through the window
Mother Nature soothes
Its hard, rigid body
With a massage of
Wind, rain and
Savage heat
A solid from liquid
Carved and shattered
Cracks refilled by molten rock
Uplifted and fractured
Sundered and separated
Tumbled and rolled
Now here
Settled gently
On the shore
Of a still lake
On a quiet dawn
To marvel at the fleeting existence
Of the things that live
Even the tree
Shadow event
Captured in light
Held in coloured silver
On fading film
A time before anything lived
And the closest thing to life
Were molecules
Which looked like
The kinda things
You built life with