06 April 2009

10:21 am

In the end I decided no.
On days like the past few
bright shiny clear sweet
with breeze and warmth and cool clean air
This place seems almost liveable
all things as they are.

I walked through the park of green grass
fountains and pale pink-breath cherry blossoms
gossamer fluttering snowballs clinging to large pruned
cherry trees, breathing their teasing suggestions
scents along rivulets of fresh inland air
the occasional flutter of a liberated blossom casting down across
my path to settle in light
petal-drifts caught in blades of vibrant grass

some things
like these fountains
are better viewed from far away
up close they are hand wrought metallic monstrosities

Standing on top a mountain of grey striped marble
high above, a golden man
absolute and silent
gazing away from the city almost resting
with indistinct, disproportionate features worked in cruder metal than
what leaves schoolchildren clothed him in
even if you were to climb steep verticle cliffs of state
past glass panes and hallways
even then he could not see you
standing as you were right beneath a giant hollow man

I had my cellphone in hand
set to walk through endless uncounted blossoms
to make a suggestion of the day

The azure and shining gold above
the silver water,
brilliant bright green
white pink snow blossoms below

but some things are meant to last only moments
like a breath or first impressions

what but my own feeling could capture a memory
gilded with time's aged patina
sweet moments expanded, exaggerated

if I took a picture
why should I have cause to return again next year or even tomorrow?

How can one really hold onto a memory
distorted by lenses from man's hands
colors altered
breath fixed to one static, sterile sigh.

So I neglected my intent,
I left my camera in hand.