Caught Poem by GRANT FRASER

Don't get difficult
the sun is yellow
for Christs sake! ! !

and the moon looks white,
most nights,

so for that, I can't get
my inner mind around you,

when I dash along my home
streets, with nap sack,
and camera,

as if I'm awaiting that
moment when the lens will
make it's way into a new
unopened mesh of time...

that's what you want to
catch,

the unusual,

even though we hardly see it,
most days,

I have to bend the moment,
right back,

tell it, I love it!