After the museum our thoughts break step
like troops on a footbridge. Slow shutter speed
captures your motion blur, city lingers behind.
We talk about the pictures we have seen
a prophesy beyond this long exposure
surely this afternoon can only be
the adolescence of our journey?
You pull me from the ordinary world
with an accidental word, a careless punctum
that settles in the punchbowl of my heart.
Until forty miles cuts today apart
I shall drink from our glass of light and remember
how we tried to give one moment bones
but left it on the table.
