Work In Progress

Step into the picture of my life. Take up your stance in the foreground of my existence, smile for the camera. Say 'cheese', 'sex', or whatever it is one says these days to depict the illusion of happiness. Step off the side-line, and stand in the centre with me. The hangers-on belong out of focus. Any false perception they create deserves to remain in obscurity - out of view. For the truth will out; We tell it every day in our suspended animation; in the delayed movement we create when we hover on the stairs, or when you pause to let me pass and touch my arm; or when you hold my glance with loving eyes. You belong with me. Its not the words we say, but those we don't that tell our story, so step into my work in progress - hold the pen with me, be part of my calligraphy; form my sentences and guide my hand as we write the next page... take centre stage.