Friday, April 4, 2008


These photographs are moments of movement—
Bedouin racing their arab stallions
across the sand—dancers walking through air
with the same ease as Jesus on water—
how can I translate this for you

these pictures of goalies mid-lunge,
of these racers caught without time
of these smiles made without effort—
you who have arrested my heart
forever paused in the shutter’s eye?