I take pictures
of the universe,
snapshots with a wide-angle lens,
pictures that show me how
all the parts are related so I can
determine where I am standing.
reveal the inner workings,
how bees kiss a flower or a snake
on a rock consumes the sun and I
am the camera that intrudes
into this intimate intercourse.
In the end,
they are only still
pictures, soundless memories,
neurons clicking as they record
the frangible façade of life.
What Colour is Night?
Take the blue
The yellow sun, the red sunset,
the cold white snow that blows
after green leaves turn brown.
Stir them into a pot of emotions,
pour the mixture over sleeping eyes
and you will not remember.
That will be the colour of night.