(After Claribel Allegria)
Come, be my camera
inside four white walls
shabby furniture and artwork
dusty slants of sunlight on
scratched wooden floor
Come, be my portal to
suburban jungle roads
paths devoid of people
discarded plastic gloves
Come, be my go-pro
through traffic lights, downhill
wide empty prom and beach ahead
majestic yellow tower
high tide invite me in
Come, please remind me of
your cobbled streets and coloured flags
flapping
with no souls today to see them
Shuttered shops, empty walkways
pedestrian areas without
buskers, music or heartbeat
only a few winos staggering bewildered
Come, show me those spring flowers
bursting by rivers edge
swan mother incubating cygnets
water flowing vital
Come, be my sunset
unencumbered by grey rooftops
show me your pinks, your reds, your yellows
your stillness and the reverence of
the lucky few who still get to view you
Please, be my full moon
gleam pink on glistening sea
stars punctuate the night sky
dark waves roll under your pull
Come, be my camera
my journey and my roadtrip
take me out my own front door
be my window
April 2020