lines etched in leathery hide concentric circles of memory & loss, of joy & wisdom radiate outward from eye to cheek to bridge of nose and always tugged back to your downward gaze. as if all your lumbering glory your searching thirst and desperate losses & joyful trumpets could be contained in that one single tear.
the click of a shutter then, over there opens a connection now, right here a fragile link as my life melts toward yours over coffee and morning prayers. as if all of my frail wanting my longing heart and hidden wounds & glorious gifts could be contained in your one single tear.
This photograph was taken by my husband last fall when he was on a once in a lifetime trip that included a safari in Africa. It now hangs above the fireplace. I see it every morning and wonder about that particular elephant. This poem is my experience of that photo.
Beautiful, Jennifer … a wise old face etched with many stories!
Yes! Exactly, Liz. 😊