arms and feet

she was looking at me as my camera followed her,

capturing her right arm and her feet in staccato motion

above the mirror lake in front of the Bourse

the Borse of Bordeaux, where one can look down and 

see the clouds drifting by, or the reflection of the

stately edifice across the way, or the staccato of

moving arms and legs.

she looked at me with concern, perhaps worried

the segments of her body would never coalesce

back into a whole, this girl need have to worries,

the clouds, the lake, and I would make sure

she would run, whole, into her mother's arms.