.
Inside a tiny drop
friction held
a world to view
a reflection caught
.
take my measure
hold it tight
let it slide
a world alive
.
A touch will shatter
a flood released
illusions shared
devoured deceived
.
Time has frozen
trapped on silent lips
the deep of night
spies for the moonlight
.
“Where I have been?”
he says and no more
tension broken reabsorbed
it never really was
.
it was so much more
.
Image and poem by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014
NaPoWriMo …. April 18, 2014
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