alone

is this aloneness enough?  does it show you?  can it reveal?

standing alone in the kitchen after he has left me, my legs still extended and my hand reminiscent at my hip –

(is this bone a word he once spoke?)

i almost feel what he must feel – my presence – my actuality – my more convincing being

i put my hand to my other hip and feel the phantom sway of bone between, the join, the dip

and horizon of my actual being

- almost

but he has left the room

and definition of alone resonates like a question

as though bones are not enough

even my hips

they do not exist

the crow and the mountains, the crow and the valley

all over the mountains and the valley

the crow flew

without once thinking, 

"where am i?"

from out of time's corruption

"Photography does not create eternity, as art does; it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption."

- André Bazin (1918–1958), French film critic.

grey tree

how much time can one day hold?

when does this tree exist?

being delicate

being delicate

and almost seen

in the fold of the world