As I pondered the concept of ‘building’ it soon became clear that it surrounds me all the time. It struck me that the moment where we ‘lose ourselves’ is quite magical. I’ve tried to capture the beauty of those moments for each of our family members here.
//He places the next block, tongue slightly protruding in concentration
The structure rises, pleasure growing
The dream becomes embodied in colourful array.
He consults the diagram, background noise dulls as he
Tries an option, this way, then that
Focus governs every limb and sense.
A line swirls on the page, then another
Red ink, pink. Circles, lines, dots
Now in a frenzy as they swarm together.
He ensconces himself in a bed of cushions
Hands on the keys, crafting insights and epiphanies
An idea builds into another, an explosion of delight.
The words grow under my fingers
Faster, louder, more insistently
I see myself from above, beyond my limited perspective.
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