In the photo we are at
the corner of Rue N. Chapeau Rouge,
Dijon, France, circa 2011,
in front of a flower shop,
each petal so finely fixed in digital color,
your arm under mine, our gazes down, smiling,
with various Dijonaise blurred about us scurrying,
caught up in their day-to-day.
© Chagall 2016
With certainty I sense what’s timeless
so therefore I am, aren’t I?
It’s a light that shines forever,
a tone with no break for interval.
It’s the moment of you, the thought of you,
the underbelly of you upon my shoulders.
Within that light play fine shadows, disturbed
branches windblown in time.
The doppler of the carousel horses rise then fall
round and rise then fall again.
It is this mere one lifetime with you,
the incessant farewell of moments.
At any time you’ll be here.
At any time you’ll be gone.
Uncertainty senses this timeless
alone, aloft with no tether.
Chagall 2015
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