Beautiful

flashes of stark raving vulnerability
pulse through my plastic view-finder

face in warm sunlight, I see
delicate inter-twists of faith
weave through random frames,

someone touches me and they are

good god, oh, so beautiful

and my bumbling turbulent social intercourse
makes for good-hearted track laughter
all coming

at the expense
of a tender outreach

this bird's existence
is no longer
the ugly butt of a beautiful joke

the click-click of the view-finder's whisper glimpse -

a future glow, 

caterpillars and butterflies,

click click

my self 
now reaching, making something 
beautiful become of

click click

me