parallax

parallax

The child's eye seizes the power

Of simple paint, draws a stroke
Of naive blue over
girded tower
Fading to grey from thumb-smudged chalk.


Small stick lovers suspend
In the smoky
air of a crayon sky,
Hand in hand till no journey's end

Undying in love with an absent cry.

Jake
the peg jumps on a plane
Over the waves he flies to Spain

Under the clouds he soars
Racing past the city's
wars
Never did he stop
Even in the end, when

You hoped he'd drop.

Then as our travel
is cut short
By the media parallax of switchers
On
screens and in daily sport
Making it happen, making it yours


In historic view and with in-exhaustible change,

We await the bright giving narrative of the magi
On
a colourful Christmas page.