Fragile as a web
My memory is fragile, lacy as a web
with holes
not to be trusted now.
So I patch and photograph,
to catch ephemera that shimmer
Mayfly for a day fly, gone tomorrow
like crimson leaf against the Prussian blue
then yesterday the sky's light, silver
twice, mirrored in the sea
and on the shore all flotsam strewn
enormous trunks and branches
such giant aftermath
and high unlikely surf.
So we recalled the lovely lilac
sea and sky and Lily's sari
matching tones you'd think were meant
but purest serendipity
caught in a camera
that Sri Lankan day.
24th October 2018, Hounoux, for Lily
