A lot of it happened when not looking,
they are captured as photo-images
still arriving
undeveloped.
Beneath the skin of a retro-vison
dark scenes of rain
slicing through confused clouds
forever caught as an opaque film
over half-closed eyes.
There are visible gestalts –
shadow dances of passing daydreams.
A mélange of cursory detachments
once mistaken for a life.
More small bundles of lost moments
left discarded
on the side of narrowing roads,
nevertheless, the time-ravaged
push on
to stake their claim on this day.
This morning or the next,
you vow to leave your camera at home
even knowing
that there are still empty spaces
in your ever-growing album.
A life that happened when we were not looking
Captured arriving as a digital image
A string of thoughts riding a bicycle
Pictured free-wheeling through a sunny day
Yet beneath the skin of a later vision
Rain tumbling from dark clouds
Caught even then
By a lens that was seeing for us
Signs of life dawdle between shuttering instances
There are visible gestalts – shadow dances
Of day-dreams passing-by
A mélange of cursory detachments
We mistook for a life
Bundles of lost moments
Left on the side of the road
As a life drove hastily on
The great unknown within its flow
has vast galactic heights aglow
with heavens’ past in astral vaults
in schemes of intricate gestalts
that strain the brain to vertigo.
Yet on the dreamers here below
the stars their stellar airs bestow,
as music of the spheres exalts
the great unknown.
Still cosmic questers seek to know
the principles that rule the show
while scientists search out the faults
and make their math turn somersaults,
although it ever shall be so,
the great unknown…
~ Harley White