How blessed am I?
To sit
'neath impossible sky
And drink in calm and mirrored blue
Broken only by one…
No two...
Cormorants.
Thrusting beaks reaching
As Icarus for sun
I watch as
Pearls of water fall
glistening from wings
To join God's treasure chest
Of diamonds
Winking up at me.
Tepid sun reaches out
Now gentle touch,
Broken only by soft gusts
Of breeze
Serpentining by,
Strokes and caresses
With gentle kiss
Promises to return…
In a while.
Jameela knows
She lies curled close…
Soft fur against skin.
She too watches
Through autumn lashes
Nose quivering
To capture Fleeting scents
Of creatures preparing...
For hibernation.
All is quiet…
Traffic distant…
Flapping ceased…
Poised on the knife-edge of time...
I wonder...
How does one capture this moment?