photograph

 

Easing loss of the moments on either side
single frame without context
becomes, for lack of a better truth
truth

and so the wagon is wood
his smile hooks around a cigarette
shoulders bent into smoke and effort
he pulls me through shifting sand

I wear a green shirt
my hair in tangles
small body
hunched forward
toward him
with him

it is always so

look

they say, and sometimes I do as well …

look

betrayal
but only of myself

it is always so

here

in the moments
on either side
of truth

 

4 thoughts on “photograph”

  2. Right. Why is it so hard to even fathom at times what is really real? Even when photographed.

    Our mind is our reality which is actually invisible.

    So another side of truth, invisibility?

    Which can be disheartening.

    I LOVE taking photographs and look at them. But rarely print them even with printability at my fingertips. This helped me realize, perhaps, the why in that.

    Beautiful poetry!

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