Switching to Manual

I pause.
Eyes closed, I see the things

hidden behind the bright glare of living.

I see bright yellow sunshine,
spread warm and buttery
over the popcorn
moments of my day.

 I see the soft round delight
of a baby’s bottom,
check to palm,
plump and luscious
as a freshly picked peach.

I see time in the grains of sand
sifting like eons through
my fingers,
each a tiny moment
of the past captured for dwellers
of the future to examine on a warm beach.

I see cool, crisp comfort in the sweep of clean white sheets,
beckoning me to climb aboard
and travel to a land where
anything is possible
and nothing is real.

I see you,
hardness cloaked

in the soft pretty costume 

you wear for public viewing,
strength lurking within, at the ready
to strike out at my vulnerability.

I see shock and sadness,
moist and salty,
sliding slowly down the
slopes of your complacency,
washing away the smile
I once planted there.

And I see me,
more willow than oak,
more diamonds than dust,
More now than then,
and, at last, more me than you.

Eyes opened,
I'm ready to move on.

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This is my offering for One Shot Wednesday.