searching for INSPIRATION

I strolled down the steps where I lived and exited the front door to a wet December morning.

In the world outside my apartment, I heard the trickle of rain water from the  gutter coming down the drain into a small pool, by a Holly tree.

I whipped out my camera phone to record the scene. A Holly tree dripping from the rain. Then I noticed it had one small red berry on it. Only one small berry.

After using the camera for scene one, I examined my video as a replay. Tens upon tens of droplets of rain became hundreds as seconds slipped by.

It occurred to me as it often does, after the initial dose of doing; to up the ante.

Shoot another scene!

My Nikon camera was the only thing coming up as a suggestion.

My Nikon camera.

Why the elaborate for the simple, I thought. Besides, it’s raining.

Use a more expensive tool?

Why? I wondered.

I eased into calmer thought and realized, what I was doing was using the best for every occasion.

Looking up I saw an empty playground. The same playground I pass every morning. This time I imagined it was full of kids relating to each other in play. I imagined myself playing there as a child, and once when I pushed my daughter on a swing. But they were other places, years before.

The sound of drizzle and more drizzle brought me back to the present.

So, taking the short walk across the parking lot back into my apartment, I came to the threshold of the first floor. Then to the second floor and on to the third.

Pulling out my keys from my pants pocket, I unlocked the apartment door and opened the way to my room where the camera was nestled safely in its own bag.

I fixed the mic on the camera and came back to the playground.

Many specs of rain fell on the lens of my camera, but no heavy drops.

Will it hurt the camera?

I lifted up the camera and started recording the empty play ground.

Then it happened.

Low flying Geese came thundering across the space above me.

I dared not look up and spoil the video.

Their squawks were as roars overhead. A perfect display in a Royal Air Show at Farnborough with the Queen of England in attendance.

I kept as steady as I could for the video.

Then another formation of geese flew by, in case I missed the first opportunity, perhaps. But it was enough, I had got the audio on the first take.

Inspired I penned the sounds of my mind, that I now share with you as words:


The season has changed and geese fly away to a warmer land

So will children run away to a loving hand

Leaving cold boxes of sand 

To play where their features are not taught as differences 

That in time may become hindrances 

Intended to dim hope

But we are not a people of no hope

Instead, for the children’s sake we rise again in creation

Looking for a new civilization for this generation

Geese fly away.

But we, stay.

by ken gwira

What a pleasure that day has brought me.

Celebrate your day as the Queen or King of your playground: the world.

Published by Ken Gwira

Ken Gwira is a self-taught artist living in the USA. Aside from wood sculpture, he uses words and images to help people see life through a different lens [o].

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