A Split Second

It was a split second

at the most

when a stranger walked past

and just then

before leaving my world

he looked up

the way you would look up

not quite sure

above your eyelashes

to the left

and I was transported

back to there

back to the time you cared

a tear came

a mini drama played,

projected,

onto an outside screen

 

Poem: © Penelope Mavor 2016

Image: via google images

Cloud Projection

I thought I recognised it not from the past

Not having had that experience before

Of being held that way in a silence

Of having such eyes following my breath

I thought I recognised it from a knowing

That such a feeling would one day be mine

And a future destiny would be this

But like a cloud

It came and went

Dissolving and

Disappearing

Before it formed

And so I smiled in spite of myself

For it had been

Nothing at all

Poem:  © Penelope Mavor 2013

Image: own