Photogen...

at the waters edge you glimmer,

a cape may diamond rocking softly

in the sand, moonstone deep and lucent,

you roll in waves, ever curious for shore;

I keep walking through doors that you

have pried and held open for me,

to me you are like the curious and brave

little Carolina wren outside my window,

a daring little flame darting deeply

into crevices foraging for seeds, while

not succumbing to the ease of the feeder,

like a visionary seer, she strikes a path

following her bliss into the unknown;

your large eyes beacon bright and blue

are as warm to me as summer skies

I love being in the garden together

as the magical low slanting evening light

illuminates the flowers beneath our lenses;

I love the silver volume of our hair

flowing out beneath straw hats, inside,

we are still those two little girls, silently

sifting buttons and shells, dreaming

on the bedspreads of our youth,

for ever and for always will I love you,

my brilliant, iridescent sister sun…
lucy meskill