Out of Time
Sept 26 2008


Even a poet
of few words
would say too much.
Because in this story, nothing occurs —
life in a flash
caught in the act
in black and white;
captured
out of time.
And what went before
what happens after
is yours to decide.

A man and a woman
who is looking away
about to embrace,
or departing, perhaps.
You see pigeons
taking flight,
and observe all the shades of grey.
Time sliced so thin
it disappears.
Yet now
you can take forever
looking in.

Did they notice the man
snapping their picture?
Do they burn
for eternity
in your unwelcome gaze?
Or do they have eyes
only for each other
— utterly present,
perfect masters of Zen?