It’s what I got when I get the time. Weird light lately because of the fires (updated).
Men At Forty
Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.
At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it moving
Beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle.
And deep in mirrors
The face of the boy as he practices tying
His father’s tie there in secret
And the face of the father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something
That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, immense,
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses.
I like this one a little better. It has kind of a cinematic, dramatic quality:
Thanks for looking!
More of a publicity shot.
To see and be seen. To see yourself reflected in the eyes of others seeing you.
All in-camera. Just a sunset reflection in a curved yacht-window.
Addition: No, I don’t own a yacht. I don’t really know anyone who owns a yacht. I’m neither pro- nor anti- yacht ownership.