WHEN YOU ARE ALONE

By John Thomas Tuft

A photograph is the only way to stop time

And we sing to serenade the angels

When thunder chases the wind across the meadow

Why does my heart seem so baneful?

A moment with you, frozen in a picture

A cathedral ringing with supplications

A storm betraying the nature we call mother

When you are alone conjuring manifestations

Aloneness comes at birth and at death

As bonds are severed and we venture toward trust

The beginning of a journey births its own end

Through wonder and mystery, manifested from dust.