I found this photograph whilst trawling through my photograph albums; it just spoke to me with one word… Perspective….

How is your perspective as you read the poem below or ponder the photograph?

Drawn to the vanishing point.

The end, or the beginning?

Beyond or near,

speaking or listening.

What clamour in my thoughts,

seeking and not finding.

Questions without answers.

Answers seeking questions.

Perspective changing, moment

by moment.

Energising and draining.

Resting and longing.

Holding this thought

and the perspective it offers.

The still, small, imperceptible

dancing sparking synapse, that may change

my heart.

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