New York photography 1/2


Took a few shots while stopping by in New York,
on a conference trip, in a gigantic town –


where they say the symmetry of the folks was
downright cubist (though the folks were upright)


where tendresse was shown in a public place
in Lincoln Center where I heard Sibelius played


a man from a small town took a moment musing
how they pulled the swirling threads together


and the limpid cabs as if predetermined in their
ways
(indeed, preordained to switch their lanes)


a boy turns into a muppet,
a man turns into a robot –


In a city, all’s bristling with light
and I, feigning humble, shot its lines

New York photography 2/2


I begin from the light (unsystematic
indomitable), vacating darkness


went searching for Nature
veiled in a cloud of smog


researched its gradations, blocks
of granite blending wandering folks


what to say / in a place where all’s evanescent
excepting the trees (the gray, the sky)


I rule you she said
you never will he quipped


why not let the light come through –
if darkness speaks, why, then, not light?


I will live for the light.
If only to trace its grace.