2010
02.27
02.27
It’s my favorite photograph.
The one taken of us in the back yard
of that famous Finnish architect.
Our guide struggled with her English
placing verbs before nouns in the clumsiest way.
The thick Scandinavian forest surrounded us.
It was mid morning in the middle of summer,
the light perfection.
What is it I see in our faces?
When I look at the photo now
Your arm is around my shoulder.
Your other arm is extended holding the unseen camera
pointed in our direction.
You snapped the picture not knowing
if the tops of our heads were cut off
or if we were out of focus.