Thursday, March 1, 2012
image by alex shapiro
Computer screens cannot mimic real life,
my amateur camera skills can only
reinforce that truth.
Maybe that’s part of why I love to compose:
for all my delight in writing words
and clicking photos,
the most authentic way I can communicate
the depths of what I perceive
is through the least literal means:
A sonic truth that, at its best, is
as much of an all-encompassing vista
as that which meets my eyes.
Only a heck of a lot louder,
It’s heartbreakingly difficult
to leave here sometimes.
And over the past few years,
there have been many times.
I take flight.
Posted as prose over on her site Notes From the Kelp
Line breaks by Glenn Buttkus