on further inspection.
i know that this is beautiful, but
i'm not sure just yet why i think that.
frequently, the most astounding sights
take some time to see, lest they
become nothing more than blurry photos.
perhaps, however, the mysterious
remains so only because it is i who am
unable to hold the camera with hands
that won't stop shaking. or perhaps
i was moving too quickly to get
a really solid glance at it. or perhaps,
most tragically, i didn't care to stop.
i have heard of people falling in love
with someone they once found to be
despicable. these occurrences give me
hope. i'm not sure why. but i am sure
that all have felt like the picture not
worth taking, like the book no one
wants to read, like the kid no one
wants to sit with. somewhere, deep
within us, these ideas and self-hating
comments take hold, and no one
should have to be alone.
how do (can) we hold others
with hands too shaky to allow
for finer focus on the things
worth finding? do we expect to
navigate successfully a dark room
without first searching for a light
switch? do we assume to know the
room simply because we've opened
its door? how, then, can we believe
we see another's soul or a thing's
beauty when all we do is take
blurry photos? needs be, then,
that we must learn to keep the camera still.
we must open books we're not sure about.
we must sit with those worthy of company.
we must shine light where
we assume only to find darkness.
Beautiful! Caroline, I think you guys should find someplace that would do a show. It would be awesome to see your pictures with the poetry along side.
ReplyDelete"how do (can) we hold others with with hands too shaky to allow for finer focus on things worth finding? "
ReplyDeleteOne of the finest lines you've ever tapped out.