What is it
like to see the world
through a splatter,
pit-patter
of dew from the day
in full bloom?
Curiousity, I captured it,
frame by frame.
Through lenses, I did not
make, I see the
patterned view,
out from behind the
handprints of the fruit
of waves aimed high.
They change the sight
just a little, but that little
is still enough to bring a host of sounds
and memories crashing
gently against the bay
with each gust of
thought.
3/16/12 San Francisco, CA
