This morning, Bud the Teacher had an image for poetry that had me thinking. It showed a mother and child, standing in front of a picture of a woman, and a man is off to the wide of the frame, looking in. I had this sensation of everyone looking for everyone else, but in different realities (including the photographer), and that reminded me of a Mobius Strip.
Here’s what I wrote:
I’m the guy in the corner of the frame
looking in on the scene
as the photographer snaps the shot
from the other side of the room.
Together, we form a bit of symmetry,
dancing along this Mobius Strip of
me
watching the
camera
watching the
woman
watching the
child
watching the
photographer
watching
me out of the corner of his eye,
even as
She
eats her breakfast in the perfect silence
of the
Still Life
hanging on the wall.
And the podcast:
Peace (in the frame),
Kevin