New Poetry by Jason Beale

Captured  

My son has come into a tired world, 

his mind sharp and fertile,  

making each stone a new thing, 

gifting the pebble that glints 

in the afternoon light  

with a secret geometry, 

as intensely real as the joy 

of a passing bird, 

or a stranger’s wish for home.  

It's easy to be captured 

by the image of your child 

watching his reflection in a spoon, 

by the way he steals your kindness 

with a devilish smile, 

and is no one's angel but your own.  

- © Jason Beale 2022

Jason Beale is a Melbourne writer.