
On photography
I have learnt to look without seeing,
Always through glass,
Distanced, but not darkly.
Peppered by the sprinkled words of conversations unheard
Surrounded by the actors caught
Frozen in my photographs.
Always absent but there; behind, not in,
Dot and pixellated
Photon by photon
Until one drowns
In the waves of
Every moment of the moment caught,
On, not forgettable.
Oh for the light amnesia,
And warmth of memory's gentle caress,
For the organic software that does
Blur, edit or elide,
And kindly sharpens only that beyond the sight
Of photographs.
Spot
(through a glass "darkly":-The phrase is interpreted to mean that humans have an imperfect perception of reality). And dogs?