Oct 2: The Photographer

I frame pictures with my camera,

narrowing down to one angle of direction, colors bisecting;

always I seek some indefinable balance,

some essence of the scene,

some inner truth.

They tell me I am good at taking pictures, but I know

it is only because I no longer paint.

I still see the outstretched finger, Adam to God,

Michelangelo’s perfectly realized straining to perfection,

that