Tag Archives: Meaning of life

A lesson from the DSLR workshop

Set up the tripod
set a long exposure
catch silhouettes
of ancient hills
stone cottages
bare trees

the moon’s trajectory

and if a farmer crossed
his yard
a cyclist passed
before the lens
they’re gone
as if they’d never been

Exposed to time man disappears


I’m not the kind to walk boldly,
barefoot. I have tried sidling
through life on stocking feet,
but in the long run it wouldn’t do.

Then I met of a pair of
sensible brown lace-ups.
They mean business and
get things done for me.

As the lace-ups leave for work,
the light-weight, cutting-edge
Gore-Tex hiking boots that live
in the mudroom tap their soles.

Upstairs in the wardrobe
a pair of crimson high heels
are in a sulk. My ballerinas
chatter away companionably.

Sometimes in public places
an enormous pair of shiny black
clown shoes slip over my feet.
People point and laugh; I trip.

I keep away from jackboots.
They might make me march
in step, and to music
I never hope to hear again.