Statement

7.8.26

I squint to focus

the depth of my field

My eyes water

Soft piano plays

in the other room

The images come together

through memories

that ghost float

from my heart

to my throat

Swallow

Blink

Focus

Pushed onto the canvas

With my hands

No need to think

Smear the earth

from beneath my feet

into the surface

Delicate keys again

From an Italian film

dance through the

romance and loves lost

The lens brings it

to the foreground

In focus once again