Release

I
flying across the Firth of Forth,
the railroad bridge, red cobweb,
on our left, white sails to our right

II
spotting a rainbow, created by small
hands, in the window of a terraced
house, front unfolded, near Back Dean

III
smelling on the wind lavender-scented
soap, or maybe rose, choice of a certain
age, endearing, intimate, familiar

IV
standing in a room of paintings,
filled with moments captured
most alive in brushstrokes, paint

V
welling up at the distinct pulse,
the exhilarating breath, the nooks
and crannies, of a day in verse