There are some days in life when poetry escapes us--the words are there inside, seething and confused, and we can't put them in order at all.
I don't like the poetry that comes out on those days--troubled, ugly, unhappy. Today has been one of those days; but I don't want to share that.
Instead, I will follow William's lead and post a visual poem, snapshots of things that have been beautiful today, little moments that save me. They are taken on a tiny camera; they are not a photographer's work by any means; and they may mean nothing to anyone else: but at least I know that I tried, on a pretty much no-good day, to contribute a little beauty to the world around me.
- ▼ 2010 (10)