I read in various places this week about how taking pictures is a form of paying attention. Today as I photographed to document the balanced moment of the equinox in our year of light, I kept changing my mind about what I was after, arranging daffodils and willow, shifting pots, placing sculptures, removing a painting without breaking anything. This strange dance of arranging, shooting, changing, adding an inch of air feels the way spring feels around here. It has been warm one day, then cool and drying an inch and then drenched in more rain. Our buds on trees and flowers emerge and then look as if they shrug saying hold that thought.
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
ee cummings
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