Things as they are

Our sense of sight can be kind,

can be cruel,

can lead to fascination and wonder,

induce terror,

memories

and imagination.

Makes us prey or predator

depending on which

landing you are standing on.

It’s there so you, me,

they, us

would understand this and

that, the what and the why

and the everything in between

the visual narrative

unfolding,

ebbing.

But sometimes,

things are just they are.

Still, meaningless.

It simply just grabs us

stares right into us

and we fall far.

Captivated.

Breathless.

The climax subsides.

We breathe,

open our eyes.

And things are

simply just as they are.

– Shalimar Gonzaga