I love the moment
Without language
A place known only to my
Most solitary senses
It’s the moment where the
Cacophony of sirens and nocturne
Turn themselves over
To the escapades of day
It’s a cerulean mist
that flirts with my hair
It’s an a cappella of rain
in rhythm with blackberries
And it’s an azure chantilly
Billowing in whimsy
And my feet in unabashed frolic

words © malai carrara 2011
photography by Patricia Robert