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.