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