Monday, 4 May 2009
Momentary wary sniffing visitor
Remote unmanaged ancient mystery
Flickers in your revenant amber gaze,
Prowling the pharoah's dusty gardens
For prey gone a thousand years, still time goes by
More slowly in the space from which you appear.
Egypt is no longer, this makes you watchful
In the changing light beneath the light foliage.
And clouds come over those great soulful windows,
Your portals on this clouded stranger world.
If you could speak to us, what would you say?
My name is Time Wanderer, I come from far
Away and remember none of what's happened to
Bring me this distance to look in your young eyes.
Black jaguar: photo by Ron Singer