Maybe those who believe
A piece of your soul
Is stolen with each photograph taken
Are right, at it seemed so in this moment.
Reflecting back over the years,
Looking at her tortured face
In that static image,
I wonder. I hope not, for my sake.
Hard to contemplate so many stolen moments
Pieces of others’ lives captured
By my lenses, the film’s emulsion
Now sitting in dust covered albums,
yellowed envelopes and crooked frames.
She stood hunched over, frozen
Jaw clenched and hands knitted,
Holding or hugging herself
Against her chill that July.
Paralyzed by her private pain
Writ large there in public, on the Mall
Countless others had and have since
Faced their own demons.
In that monument’s polished black marble
(I have seen them, crying, overcome)
For twenty minutes or a little less
I watched her pilgrimage, her prayer.
A stranger motionless that stopped me
That held my attention
And the camera’s gaze before me.
I was a unwitting voyeur,
an unwelcome confidant.
She stood too near the names
To turn away;
But her feet and legs
Couldn’t carry her slight frame forward.
She longed to reach out
To touch the past before her; but,
The walkway before her still,
I imagine, never to be breached.
edited May 28, 2014
The Wall – v2
posted February 14, 2004
The Wall
June 22, 2001
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edited May 27, 2014
“In the Rain, in that
Place – v3
edited May 26, 2014
“In the Rain, in that
Place – v2”
Memorial Day
November 11, 2010
“In the Rain, in that
Place”
Veteran’s Day 2010
and remembering being
at the Vietnam Memorial
Vietnam Veterans Memorial
Fund
during the 10th
anniversary
Veteran’s Day 1992
&
edited May 27, 2014
Left at the Wall – v3
Edited May 26, 2014
Left at the Wall – v2
Memorial Day
August 5, 2006 18:05
Left at the Wall
&
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poems
&
All of my Memorial Day
poems
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