Some Where
An alien moon rises large
on the horizon beyond trees
as thin as strands of memory.
Other days, I could perhaps
explain, finding the proper words.
Today, the answers you seek
to the journalist’s questions
insist on eluding my tongue.
All I can conjure is the barest
glimpse of you among the leaves.
(after an untitled image by Bill Thorburn)
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The imagery here is rich–then the “answers . . . insist on eluding my tongue” ending with the last thought evoked a strong reaction! (Oh, I love a good ekphrastic poem.)
Thank you so much! I wish this site would let me include the source image.