Sometimes in life time stops
your indrawn breath the moment
you see the Nike as you turn your
head to look at something else
along that long hall or rising up
out of the harbor wings lifted
in eternal stillness the
voice you surmise
shouting through
her cupped hand
you barely notice
their absence
Like moonlight on this tidal pool
mirroring, doubling, reversing
long-fingered anemones combing
furred sea moss starfish clutching
stars expand contract like
breath drawn in moonlight
drawn by moon still and moving
hidden and showy chips of
light through which to see
the world reversed another
revealed encapsulate
under the skin of
the photo a flick
of sea-green hair
thumbprint of
light blur
of stilled
motion
Showy chips of light through which to see the world reversed - Photo by Barb Toyama
Mirroring, doubling, reversing - Photo by Willy Wilson
Eternal Stillness - Photo by Jennifer Kapala