From roughly twenty seconds in,

I hear what you have seen,

the echo of guitar

caught in the ferocity of sunlight

and the regal nature of an Iron Man

with blank staring eyes looking out,

unblinking, unmoved,

metal thoughts kept to itself,

of the scene that unfolds before

as you take that perfect picture

that resonates in your own soul,

a day out with the wife, now joined

by this silent companion,

the Sandancer on the beach.

 

Dedicated to John Chatterton and inspired by his photograph Sandancer.