I wish I could capture this moment
And send it to a friend
Nothing special about the moment
And yet so much hidden in its details
I would draw you the scene:
Roof tops and powerlines
A balding tree
A room filled with white windows
Chairs pulled back as if waiting for sitters
I would draw it all for you, but how do you render life's anticipation in pencil lines?
I would paint you the morning:
Bright white crowning deep purple
Sparkling green
Calm blue
Reds, browns, beiges
Framed in pealing white windows
I would paint it all for you, but how do you render life's dance in brush strokes?
I would shoot you a photo:
Travelers on their way to O'hare
Birds dancing with telephone lines
Leaves gathering sun
Rays of light leaping through my window
I would compose it all for you, but how do you render life's dimensions in a flat photograph?
I would sing you a song
Of car horns
And the first heat of winter
Of whistling wind
And engines high and low
Of the quiet stillness of housemates sleep,
Beyond the window's reach
I would sing it all for you, but how do you render life's symphony with just one voice?
I try, my friend to write you this poem
A sketch
A portrait
A picture
A melody
I try to write it all for you, but how do you render life's details in simple letters?