Snap (Poem)

By Joelle Engolia to Sri Lanka Guardian

(May 16, California, Sri Lanka Guardian) Snap. The shutter closes for a split second, capturing the beauty of a rose colored lily. Dripping water from a fountain adds to its exquisiteness. The drops join the body of water that surrounds the flower. Its perfection reassures me that there is a presence in this world, bigger than all of us.

Snap. It closes again, temporarily blocking my view of sad faces, but for the briefest of moments. It is a melancholy day, filled with ghostly figures clad in black, the men and women sporting fashions of the past. They are outdated, crumbled, but the rare sight of them inspires thoughts of a simpler time.

Snap. It shuts again, this time on a sunny day filled with color. Bleeding orange, yellow, and tan hues compose the compact buildings, creating a masterpiece of a simple structure for a stilled second appreciated, captured.

Snap. The belltower is stolen, locked away. Dull reds and yellows, faded with time, surround it. There is a majesty as the ocean spreads its blanket out behind it, vast, as far as the eye can see. There is the slightest sign of a boat on the horizon.

-Sri Lanka Guardian