Snapshots of the Seasons

To

the

Nature Photographer

What? Where am I?

How you point your camera:
I don’t know what you’re thinking
or feeling, or, at times, even what I’m seeing!

But I'm dazzled, yes dazed
by color and light, by the way
the sun jumps off a leaf
or how raindrops hit a window,
and stick or slide, or not.

Of late, it goes this way:

I attribute the magic

to nature itself, yes, but
also to you because you
are bonding with it in that special moment...

Now I’m flying on the wind

And at times, I feel I'm underwater with you,
and down there in the quiet depths,
we go gurgling our joy, but also
listen to the water’s sound,
then only when we must,

and, like a small current of now,

we let joy carry us to the surface
and, once there,
drawing one long breath
still wordless, we try to decide
whether to stay for long—

Or at all.

_____________

Poem by Kay Weeks

looking at the photo art

of Doreen Starling.

August 4, 2010