The trees and bushes seem snow-covered.
A photographic effect recording some longer wavelengths
than visible light, so we see things
invisible to the eye, energy like waves,
this enviable sight, like quantum particles observed.
For inspiration, over his desk a photograph –
a statue of Penelope, wife of Odysseus/Ulysses.
And one of a man from Trieste –
unnamed but the model for Leopold Bloom.
My desk – his photo – keeps words flowing.
The Passaic River is
on its journey to the sea by
in Paterson, New Jersey
that inspire poets,
lovers and photographers.
My screen shows
a couple on the bridge
we all pause
a moment –
I allow the water
to move them
ever so slightly,
then take the picture.
I launch the time machine by opening
this case of photographs locked against time
present and future. Even places (Newark, Paris)
frozen sepia and white 100 years removed
marveling at light and air from 2017.
It’s already getting harder to see you
in my mind. I turn to photographs.
Memory is not as visual as imagined.
Images made of bits and single words,
assembled in this moment, then passed on.