God’s Photograph

A niche of time, like God's photograph....
Your hand, sun-warmed, found the salt & nape 
of my neck, lingered there for moments 
of touch & truth. 

If time was anything, it was here: 
captured by a bigger picture in my mind. 
Like the scented truth of that summer garden -
or the idea of peace, as water moved over the stone. 

My mind sun-bathed before it tricked itself
into believing that tomorrow was more important -
& yesterday gone. 

Giles Sutherland 

July 2010