Sometimes
No words
Are forthcoming
No words
Are forthcoming
Some images
Must be allowed
To speak for themselves
Some images
Must be allowed
To speak for themselves
Other
Unfettered
Without risk
Without consequence
Without desperation
Somewhere better
To be
Somewhere different
To see
Between
There seems
An expanse
Of nothingness
A beach head
A landing
A portal
A gateway
Tnorala rises
From a wide, flat plain
Dug out by a shooting star
Which fell to earth
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see
Some works of art remain incomplete
Once the artist has let them go
They need the touch of the audience
Their insight and influence
Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera