Shhhht, 

look

through 

my eyes

capturing 

collecting 

carrying

jewellery 

moments

in my pocket 

in an instant 

always

at hand 

snapshots 

showing 

a slice of the sky

far

soon

long gone 

looking out of the window, into the sky, 

longing, dreaming, gazing. 

Looking at the earth, the water flows, hypnotises. 

It’s beautiful, 

isn’t it? 

It is

just another pic of the clouds, 

just another pic of the river. 

Or, it might be something else.

It might be.  

Or is it just me?