An image can be visceral and loud as an angry crowd.
Clever, as kittens whisker after string,
Striking, as the toll-worn bell on sunday morning, past fears of hell —
An image can be spotless As the leopards hide.
An image can be nothing at all As the free fall,
Keeping, as the bird releases Twig by twig into love-enchanted nest,
Being, a vivid body of shadow and light,
Forever still in form and sight,
An image can be motionless in time As the mind rewinds.
An image can not be equal to; Yet can bet true.
For every moment - lost and found. Remember splendor - sight and sound.
For you, The endless skys and lights above the sea —
An image was, so now you see.