Long have I known
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
Dominated by nature
Which is, of course
Its greatest appeal
In torrents
Of mud
And rock
And trees
Wiping away bridges
Wiping away people
The road broke down
So access broke down
A land made
Of strife
And loss
And longing
Chipped rugged
With malice
And petulance
The sky
Whispered menace
And even a calm sea
Cut rough on the keel
Like sun-baked leather