A Dozen Smiles

A world changed inside
out; the clover has disappeared
beneath revolving blades that cut
everything to the same height
uniformity – leaving no place
untouched for play
save imagination
and memory.

Cloud mountains reflect
faded sunshine
weak in the threat of storms;
shifting shapes bring back
times when we each saw something
different – and shared
them with laughter
and a dozen smiles.

The outside world has shifted;
its reflection of us has changed;
we each see something
– different
in our imagination
in our memory.

© Siobhan
June 7, 2009