The Golden Hour
The tree is a culmination
of each tree it has ever been
Yesterday I said this same thing
but I wasn’t finished thinking
Every day you do the same things
with slight variation Sometimes
we feel, I have never experienced
this Other times the future opens
up alongside the present so that
we are watching it one instant
before it happens The strangeness
that observation can bring to
the moment The hour elevated
The right light has everyone
rushing for their camera
Quick, photograph something
I really like how your poem picks up on the way the images appear at the Website. I'm going to earmark the work for a shout-out. Always interested in your artist picks.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice pace to this poem, and, as always, a great end-line.
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