Photographic mind

I spin out my days which are measured in time

I don’t know my place, if it’s yours, if it’s mine

I know I’m part of the whole scheme of things

but I do not know what tomorrow may bring

so,  I settle for now in this present field

where sometimes I go, but mostly I yield,

for I do not know if the oncoming traffic

is what I imagine from my mind photographic

or if it’s a memory I view through my lens

or perhaps a reflection of places I’ve been

I’ve diced up my life into sections of time

so I ask you again, is it yours, is it mine?

If you know the answer,

then I need not ask it,

for you are my lens in my mind photographic.

ldn