While photographing today I wondered if my pictures have been too grey. I felt as if the alphabet of imagery and inspiration in my landscape is lacking the darkness of crows amidst the bright witness of the moon. I was dreaming of the pop of color only a grocery store tulip could provide.
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
Isn’t the moon dark too,
most of the time?
And doesn’t the white page
seem unfinished
without the dark stain
of alphabets?
When God demanded light,
he didn’t banish darkness.
Instead he invented
ebony and crows
and that small mole
on your left cheekbone.
Or did you mean to ask
“Why are you sad so often?”
Ask the moon.
Ask what it has witnessed.
–Linda Pastan