Like speech in silent films | a whole world passes | maybe a whole love | We see the lips move | CUT | to writing How can you? or Oh, my dear | CUT BACK to the action | The faces have changed and | in the background, a different | snow is falling

Seminal moments | white foam on blue waves | The sea happens | in the gaps between thoughts | and | if the sea isn’t moving, how | can it be a sea?…


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, June 2012)