What’s the Name of That Filter?

 

Your picture is so pretty, perfectly

composed. Books of hershey leather,

a yellowed journal and succulent.

I cannot tell, in your saucer, whether

 

coffee or tea. Morning has found them

on the porcelain flat of your desk

enacting a scene like a museum exhibit,

decorated for observation, set-dressed.

 

From the easel of your phone it

reminds me of the old Chinese masters,

their silent mountains, their bird-and-flowers.

Removing oneself to find what one is after.

 

If you want to know the motion of things

you must be still. And if you want to know

how your own thoughts move from one

to the next, you capture stillness in a photo.

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R. Charboneau

 

Artwork – Guo Xi – Clearing Autumn Skies Over Mountains and Valleys (1072)