Focus

Today’s page is a glass
Full of photos, light filtered
Through fixed apertures

Condensing the wordless
Wavelengths inside a tulip
The pollen-specked petals

Of a petunia, each a whorl
Of absorption and reflection
Negative memory cropped

Into nostalgia, where time
Hangs in air like warm honeysuckle
Calling and calling and calling

Hummingbirds, butterflies, and bees
Written mid-flight, wings stilled
Under clouds that never gather

Rain imprisoned in pixels
Zeroes and ones that never sum
A series of stopped moments

Stored in archives
Until decanted
As shared streams of code

A digital elixir
To ease the analog ache
Of incurable mortality