the emergent & me
sometimes my camera moves to hold what emerges from the clutter,
sometimes my pen moves to hold the emergence with words,
and sometimes one is moved by the other
to together work to hold a precious piece of the moment,
together they get closer to what I’ve seen with my heart,
yet being closer shouts to me even louder
how inadequate anything I can do is
compared to what works to reveal itself.
by Henry H. Walker
December 5, ’12
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