From Image to Words

The beauty of working with visuals is how directly they reach the heart. They often bring something unexpected with them, a story, a line, a direction I could not have planned.

When I take a photograph, I rarely know what kind of writing will emerge from it. The process depends on allowing that surprise to surface rather than trying to control it.

Over time, I have learned that the most important part is to stay open, to trust what comes, and to follow it.

In this case, the photograph led to a poem. So a poem it is.

A Love Song to a Fragment of Blue Sky

In the middle of an open field

on a crisp day,

encircled by blushing grass

reawakening by spring,

I stepped into a blue reflection,

a drop of sky.

I dipped the tip of my shoe

to see if it would hold.

I placed my hand inside

and watched the circles grow.

The trees bent closer,

their tips trembling.

Then my dog leapt in,

and mud rose up,

swirling,

until the sky disappeared,

as if it had never been

mine to touch.