Taking Pictures
for Kitty
We have come here expectant
to the quiet shore
where the high spring tide
strokes the bright rocks gently.
We have come here expectant
to capture just one moment
of fleeting time.
You see with the camera's eye, where
we are blind to local imperfections:
smokestacks and pylons, and all
the myriad small scars of man's habitation.
Now you arrange us like flowers on the sea's backdrop, hoping
to capture just one moment
of our togetherness.
Thus will you store against
the arid future the present's joy,
stockpiling happiness. They lie in drawers,
in bundles, those photographs. Sometimes
I take them out - chasing memories
of our togetherness.
1993
We have come here expectant
to the quiet shore
where the high spring tide
strokes the bright rocks gently.
We have come here expectant
to capture just one moment
of fleeting time.
You see with the camera's eye, where
we are blind to local imperfections:
smokestacks and pylons, and all
the myriad small scars of man's habitation.
Now you arrange us like flowers on the sea's backdrop, hoping
to capture just one moment
of our togetherness.
Thus will you store against
the arid future the present's joy,
stockpiling happiness. They lie in drawers,
in bundles, those photographs. Sometimes
I take them out - chasing memories
of our togetherness.
1993
