One among so many, caught
on camera; no gurning
or performances, no grief
or shocking injury; just
a turn of the head and a
backward stare into the lens,
to me, to say look: before
being swallowed, I was here.
I know, because you saw me.
At history’s mad banquet
I happened by your table
and our eyes met. This moment
is ours alone and will live.
11.11.18
Second Nature: James Lindesay’s Poetry 