Far away Flamingos
Winter cold sets in as I crawl closer
to the mud, felt piercing to the bone
Splinters and twigs tore the fabric
All disappeared, I am alone.
A calmness, eerie one sets in
Even though my heart was racing
My palm pressed and gripped
Camera, watching them closer, pacing.
Pinks and reds floating as flock,
Each moving as elegant as a fine dancer. It
sinks in that I may never experience
Something in my life that's of more grace.
Wondered in awe, the white feathers ruffling,
And glowing in the morning light. Even
Thunders became a melody as their
Wings, in unison, flapping flight.
Eyes refused to wink, and head to think.
Love for nature took more space in heart.
Gaze of fog clearing, shining light glowing
Frames captured, fueling vision of my art.
Mixed emotions as I cheered, because
I survived to see this beauty yet not live in it.
Fixed on the envy to those who
see my dream upclose and living it.
Fog melted as the sun rose above the horizon,
Warmth on skin turned hot at realisation of
Hot shower searing stress-bearing shoulders
While reminiscing my memories of colder
flamingo mornings, hoping one more time.
