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.

© Karen Karpowich, 2010