Sifted Particles
when I take the time
now
to remember
you have become
a thousand page
memory book
sifted into particles
that tie & untie
cords of absence
tighter than old lusts
or other familiar delights
only hinted at
in these photographs
of the sea's peculiarity
on a grey clouded day
with an immense sun
opening heavily upon you
a white O'Keeffe rose
sensuous and blooming
as perishable as skin itself
or undoubted truth
disposable as loneliness
and all such light pleasures.
~
words: Ed Higgins, Oregon (poetry page)
photo: Diana J. Wynne, California (The Daily Interface) |