FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY

It's the little things remain
shadows on your skin

memory preserves it
makes it more precious

despite its
insignificance.

The ephemeral
made permanent.

You all
sunlight and shadow

marking you a tiger
a stripey 5 year old.

"Rrrrr!" you roar
burning bright.

I throw my little tiger
up in the air

catch her years
later.

The sunlight now
in teacher mode

displays an
equilateral triangle

made of
pure light.

Hear her voice of then
still telling me now

"Look...an equatorial triangle!"

And so for ever
it is.

The angle I see her from
changes

the year come and go
and the equatorial triangle

still burns brightly
you my little girl tiger

twisting the sinews
of my heart.