27 Sep AN IMAGINARY FLY CANNOT BE CAPTURED
After posh dessert in a paper dish
the debris of sugar scents the garden
This instant is an insect
Happiness the beat of a wing
A lazy summer evening recedes
at the pace of a picnic
Creation now sweetly attractive
our perception of time is a mismatch
Tea cups and beer glasses co-exist
as we share this flight of fancy
I appear to hold death in my hand
but mock gently as shadows stretch
You are intelligent and quick thinking
Nothing will die today
in truth we both know
neither would harm the tiniest of souls
Though these human eyes are in need of focus
the joke we can see only too well
The shutter speed far too slow
timing is everything in comedy
Anticipation adds the necessary tension
It’s there at your throat
Keep still, don’t move
hold your breath
From Raining Upwards