against the current...

 So we beat on, boats against the current

born back ceaselessly into the past.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

These images were taken with a Kodak folding camera made in 1935 and a roll of 120 film wedged in with a cut-up pad of sticky notes to hold the film in the center. It's not the quality of the images, the light leaks, the scratches and dust that matter to me...it is the overcoming of inertia and trying...

spin and twirl

I embrace the rain.
I escape the
shrinking walls,
to soar on damp
passages that
steer me to a
fresh point
of view.
My eyes meet
the eyes of
the homeless,
the lost,
and the guide.
 I become
each one 

in turn.
I wait,
I search,
I follow.
Then aimless
and drifting
I spin and twirl
and lurch forward
toward home.
And there
find solace
in the songs
and whispers
of the
night.

sounds

All was quiet today.

I only heard the sounds 

of my own breathing

a silent, soft inhaling

then a louder

exhale, almost a sigh

as the breath 

left and traveled to

another place.  I know

there were other sounds

of rain and wind and voices

but I shut them all just

 to follow the gasp

and shudder of my own

pant entering my heart

...searching for the

breeze and waiting for the

sound of knowing.