Whereas your painter's eye emerges from
your heart and sweeps into familiar, I
look through a camera lens and see
what is familiar, then develop it
into the essence of my heart and gut on film.
Whereas you can easily reclaim
a moment long since past and draw it out,
birth it on the canvass, nurture it
to life, a photo moment I have missed
is irretrievable. The stars are not
more numerous than the images I've let go,
but then, I can't contend I've lost them all.
Five o'clock one February morning
lay siolver-hushed about a drowsing snow-kissed
dairy herd amond blue tree and hedgerow
lattice shadows. Only the brightest stars
pinpricked through the moonlight crisp cold air. The two
of us, the dog and I, within this mystic
tableaux, without a camera, took no picture.
I retain the moment nonetheless,
within. Still, I wonder how you might
have brushed this pristine Presence with dog and man.