Life Without Cameras #1
Keeping alive the small, tender moments that couldn't be captured.
Are there perfect moments that live only in your mind? These are mine that live only here and in my heart.
Butterfly Shhh, shhh, can you hear? Buddy! Buddy! Buddy! You ran, the legs of your onesie unsnapped pretending you had wings, flapping the fabric over and over, saying your word for butterfly. Listen, it’s near - almost enough to touch. Octopus Little oceans of stars, your eyes immovably held mine. Ock-puss. Where ock-puss. Now. So certain, sincere, and knowing in inquiry you knew that I knew of the deflated toy's demise. Your hands held my face to yours, I laughed, barely maintaining innocence. Airport Dance Party for Two Moving to the only groove on the radio the one that only we can hear. Psh-psh-psh-psh-psh-psh-psh Your puff jacket whispered rhythmically, pumping your arms with the blankest expression. A few people stared, one frowned you'd forgotten where we were. Daddy Across the distance it echoes, remembering the feeling to my palms. Hi. I'm your daddy. I'm your daddy. Sleeping so soundly, you snored for the first time, damp fur and ears swaddled in towel against my chest. The first iteration of many, my heart was so warm. San Juan de Allende Where is the picture of you walking the stairs, looking to the horizon, looking at me looking at you? The January wind, my heart in my chest are all I can hear. You saw me as I was seeing you for the first and last time, the way I see you now and will see you for all eternity, all of time. Your radiance was all I saw at the vista, irises and eyes, the rarest of green. All I could do was look, until the moment was gone, and lament its passing.
Okay so I have a photo of one - but the photo will never capture the depth of that moment.