A haze of living pictures
Breathing, moving, scurrying
Hurrying
Lovers rushing, meeting
Greeting
Then the click and all at once is stopped
Photography is poetry silenced
A glimmer, a glance
An intimate moment that no one else sees
In that time you see more than the picture in front of you
You see into the soul of the second
And just for an instant things are clearer
Then life comes roaring back
Muddying the waters of your mind
Racing, chasing
The murky coverings are here again
And you carry on
Streaming, teaming
Your busy existence
With the blinkers on
Bookish Lara 