One of my photos with poetry, almost every day.
“Prism”
wanting comfort
I peered through wings of glass
to see the future.
But instead of the future,
color began breaking
into a bouquet of time.
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
fracturing
until it was clear
that I was inside
every moment
and was no longer
afraid.
—-Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade Copyright 2012