imprint

some waking images are uncannily significant for no apparent meaningfulness of reason

i saw the face of God in a woman's face
she, sitting on a bench on this cloudy day
mid twenty's age, jet black hair 
olive skin, glowing joy
smiling through
bushes darkened, olive green
a blurring glance like through a screen
riding past, inordinate fast
along dense lined tree 'n bush, 
pedaling fast past on my geared road bike
unexpected burst event impinged 
this random stimuli to my eye, 
etched upon my memory mind,
quick frame, sped by
incognito, unintended voyeuristic
glance per chance

retrospection through bike's ride,
i did and now reflect,
deep seated impression contemplation
made inside my psyche
over such a simple thing,

"why?" i asked myself, 
was i so swooned consumed 
moved to store and write this piece?

was just a ride past the bushes brief, 
a blurred glance per chance
etched upon my memory's mind, 
like flash photography
a smiling woman sitting,
on a bench, 
is all

on a cloudy day, 

the other woman, her friend,
assumption mine surmised
her form imposed in foreground's edge
a picture imprint on my heart,
lovely framed

photo session friendship, 
supposed roles apparent, 
assessment made in hurried state 
as i sped by

no camera settings, no resolution's pixels
only my open eye peripherally locked
with brain and heart
produced a joy profound 
induced produced a brightened wondering awe
a gracious gratitude;
a redemptive treasure of my own 

on this cold and cloudy day
two warm hearts at play,

i pedaled on

the world is a better place