IMAGINING

IMAGINING

Ray Burkart, Porter's Neck

 

     After a little backyard Bocce’ Ball with my fellow residents on the Eastside,

I settled on my patio to do a little reading.  The first thing I noticed was the sky was filled with beautiful, white, fluffy, cotton-like Cumulus clouds, the kind you see just before a Spring or Summer shower. 

     It only took a few seconds before I started seeing heads and animals, some pretty and some a little grotesque.  One was a perfect head with eyes, nose, mouth and chin in perfect proportion. As quickly as I could, I fumbled to get my cell phone out of its case so I could capture this perfect picture.  But, alas, by the time I got the picture in focus, the perfect nose and perfect chin had collapsed and now looked more like a lobster’s claw.  Shucks, another lost opportunity that will just have to reside in my memory.  Continuing to observe, I saw many more figures of faces and animals, some vertical, some prone – all quickly fading away. Maybe my cell phone camera will never fully capture an image created by my imagination. My wish is to always be able to retain the ability to imagine.