Me and my camera
the giant blue sky
the endless circle of horizon
the great mound of the mountain
stolid behind tapering trees
the far shore of the pond
the water, ice crusted and still,
the jumble of roadside brush
full of chittering finches
the one oak leaf that would not let go
the soft cap of snow in an abandoned nest
the fragile ice on Queen Anne’s lace
the drop of frozen water at the tip of a branch
the shadow of a single vine on a fence board
our eyes, one alive, one mechanical
recorded it all
They are pictures of silence
of quietude
of moments and shadows
still shots of life
that despite being captured
spill into the day, singing,
as though me and my camera
did not exist
except as still shots
