Part I
No words need be spoken
Inhaling loudly,
She is mindful and content.
The only artifice here
A camera in her gear;
This instant in a frame
As wonders engulf her,
She claims.
I stand at the centre,
Swamped by
The tick of high heels and chatter.
Mindful and composed,
Left aghast
By the mass who walk past.
The right words come up
Binding my feelings to my art.
Part II
Smell the air
Both dig inspiration
Elsewhere;
Differences
Of worldly proportions
Our nature
Do not fit by definition.
Entering each other's realm,
We love to understand.
May this gap
Be bridged with time
For I am afraid
We do not rhyme.