Catching Moments in Time

MOTHER OF WATER
by me


A blue spotted fish, swimming on the step,
Seeing me, nervously backs off
A turtle, rising out of the green deep,
Stares at me, and swiftly sinks away.
He’s worried that I might attempt to hold him
And all the thoughts that come up in my head
Melt just as quickly into heat
Before I can stir myself to know them.


FRANGIPANI BLOSSOM
by me

Frangipani blossom in a plastic cup
And the sprinklers singing
In the cool morning air

As the sun revs up.


I have blogged these poems before, but not for some years. They are moments in time from one of our early trips to Thailand that would have long vanished from my mind had I not written these little poems.

Will they inspire me to catch a few more moments in time in verse, which I still try to do occasionally.  But now that I hope to "inherit the earth"and live forever upon it, catching the moments as they fly past does not seem so important as it did in the days when I felt there were so few of them and my life was flying by so quickly.

I couldn't find a blue spotted fish in Col's photo gallery - and I can't even remember what the fish looked like - just that it was small, with blue spots, and it swam briefly onto the water covered step just below the step my feet were resting on.  But I did find a photo of a turtle. I don't know if its the same kind of turtle I saw in the Chao Phraya river. I just remember it was small, and I only really saw its head as it popped out of the muddy water, the same colour as the water, in my brief glimpse.

It gave me the metaphor for the poem, as it made me think of how the thoughts that came up just melted away in the steamy heat.

Tuesday I did manage to get some things done - made a rather uninspiring veggie and bean stew out of all the remaining veggies before our next order of fruit and veg arrived.  Did some witnessing, Zoomed to the field service group, washed the bathroom floor and cleaned the fridge. Wednesday I made the now routine apple crumble - along with a sugar-free jelly for me.

Do I see any moments there that inspired me to catch them in a poem?  Not really, but who knows?