by Anne-Marie Glasheen
we went out walking I-my-camera-and-me
it wasn’t for long it wasn’t that far
just up the lane and down again
but such wonders did we see I-my-camera-and-me
that it could have been a life-time
an amorphous plastic thingamabob burrowing into or emerging from the track
a metal strip noticed at last breaking into a smile
a fork that had seen better days and no food for a while
an alien’s footprint or the indispensible restyled coat hanger having a whale of a time
a my-little-pony whose lush-mane bounces back however many cars try to tame it
did the cola-can-disc accompany the fork’s last meal
a lost-on-earth tribble or something more mundane
une fleur blanche what secrets did you once hold
a sad stone
the end of a party
a shaggy dog story
we relished our alone-ness I-my-camera-and-me
and the objects galore that we couldn’t ignore
and the call of the birds the cries of the kids
siren-wails bee-hums gravel-crunches
flowers and barbecues not persuasive enough
to distract from the purpose of I-my-camera-and-me
in time it was time that called time on our time-out
when it blew us back to the here and now
Submitted on the theme of LEISURE, Summer 2010