At the park
On a sunny Sunday
In a timeless observance
Of time’s frivolous expense
Small moments accumulate
In a life worth living
Intertwined
Overlapped
Layer upon layer
Of existence
Simultaneous
Discrete
Yet none
Entirely separate
From the others
A community
A reef
Beneath the ripples
Of time
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
Eternities wrought
With the release of shutters
Thrice in a moment
An image, too
For us
We have been the prey
Separated from the pack
Divided
Kept down
Exploited
Dominated
Fed upon
By the fat cats
La Solidaritat
La Nostra Millor
Arma
Solidarity
Is our best
Weapon
Run them off
We have the numbers
We have the power
Unsettled
Uncertain
Movement fractured
Undeterred
Unrelenting
Moving forward
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
Pix to Words 