JULY 19, 2011 10:35AM
On looking out
RATE: 20
looking up on the Slot Canyon Trail at Tent Rocks National Monument*
ON LOOKING OUT
It feels like this.
First, there is the below,
which knows no bottom.
The base is dark and full of secrets.
Somehow, you know,
that once,
someone found this depth.
But you know not the who,
nor do you doubt,
your inert, recalling trace
of field.
If somehow you get to the level of air,
you feel the weight,
the fullness,
the vast intention
and dispersal of gravity
in a life displaced
and captured,
across your face,
across your eyes,
across your mind,
just before the narrowing
where interchange exists
in and beyond the peer.
O, but to the blue
and past the looking out
where veils grace
a third day's delight,
where breath and song
are lifted,
where words live and
shutters pulse
inversely square and centered,
proportioned and concentric,
to connect and present
within the line of sight.
© 2011 by Scupper · all rights reserved
*Photo © 2011 by Barry B. Doyle · all rights reserved and used with permission
from comments:
(As an aside, and forgive me for saying, that I'm very happy that because of the exquisite and consistent quality of your art, that you are the only person that I have granted free use of my images past and future at your own discretion.)
I appreciate the many comments here. And Barry, you have shared quite an unexpected gift, and I am both humbled and thankful. I'm often lost in your photography. I so hoped this would meet with your expectations. I've tossed it and tossed it, and still see possible turns here and there. Thank you!
