Friday, August 15, 2008
awareness
“Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness.” - W. Eugene Smith
what's in front of me
is a cup of milk and bits of cookies
left over from a midnight snack
tiny ants begin to devour;
what i couldn't finish
what's in front of me
is a picture of a baby
whisked away to nothingness
every lub-dub noise reminds me of;
what i couldn't keep
what's in front of me
is a man in love but not in love
sometimes you just can't tell
unprompted lies and a gentle kiss is;
what i couldn't perceive
what's in front of me
is my enemy who is no one else but me
open or closed or turning tail
"abandonment issues, let the doctor fix you";
what i couldn't reign
what's in front of me
is literary, broken and unpolished
like stone subliming in the desert heat
awaiting rain to wear it smooth;
what i couldn't burnish
this isn't just in front of me,
it is everywhere and around me
a standstill in time would make me meet
the plurality
of what i couldn't see
7 coffee beans
