Urban Nature

Part I

No words need be spoken
Inhaling loudly,

She is mindful and content.

The only artifice here

A camera in her gear;

This instant in a frame

As wonders engulf her,

She claims.

I stand at the centre,

Swamped by 

The tick of high heels and chatter.

Mindful and composed,

Left aghast

By the mass who walk past.

The right words come up

Binding my feelings to my art.

Part II

Smell the air

Both dig inspiration

Elsewhere;

Differences

Of worldly proportions

Our nature

Do not fit by definition.

Entering each other's realm,

We love to understand.

May this gap 

Be bridged with time

For I am afraid

We do not rhyme.