Tiny creatures
On the screen
Caught by a long lens
Much to ponder

The going was hard
Through deep mist and thick rain
2500 km from home
Returning won’t be easy

On the beach
Distractions are few
A couple at peace
Gazing together

A man alone
At his desk
Haunted by visions
Away from home

The heat of the sun
The glare on the water
Calms the mind
Filled with foreboding

The air is still
The world is alive
Thursday afternoon
Nothing is happening

Pink flowers on a cold day
Against a pale blue sky
Through the window
The dark green tree

Soft against the wood floor
A coloured rug at their toes
Well worn slippers
Moulded to shape

Soft and yielding
Firm and resilient
Contoured buttocks
Patient in repose

A house stands apart
Where the girl is waiting
The wall of red brick
Obscuring her view