There you sit behind your dancing sister,
Who with the Lord, Yahweh, must now abide;
This instant caught out of past time, unreal,
You, waiting, for me to cross the floor, hide,
Or seem to, what then did we, just kids, feel?
Most snapshots never show clear emotion,
In them, sometimes though, tender devotion.
They caught us kissing on the stair;
The snapshot shows we were a pair,
Once upon a time, so very long ago,
A moment only God can truly know.
Someone shot me on a county bridge top,
Shirtless, like a monkey, or circus clown;
Looking pleased is my unknown, ancient self,
Grinning from great metal heights, down, look down!
Cumulus clouds on a bright sunny day,
Delight anyone who might look that way.
The way, of course, is up for such a sight,
Unless you’re put off by the dazzling white.
