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.
Musings 