Clouds in Flight
Clouds in Flight, Judy Hayden 2012
“Ah, yes, I remember it well”
Maurice Chevalier, in GiGi
Observations
I see and remember
through filters
of place and need,
hunger and fear,
time as instant as breath
You see a cloud
slide through the sky
I feel dragon’s breath
claim the ground
above the trees
Your wide-angle mind
grasps the world’s entirety
— so easy, you say —
it’s all clearly there
fully defined and framed
My mind cannot hold
virtual, visual
logic-formed snapshots,
all pixels in place
Darkroom details,
emotions, shapes,
visceral images
revealed in layers
are my truth
raw word-pictures,
mental music . . .
or
objects defined
by their given names . . .
we each see and say
our imprinted version
of reality as it never is
Michele M. Graf
This poem grew out of a discussion my husband and I had with friends, when we were each describing what we saw and did on part of our life on the road. How could two people come away with such different memories of the same shared event? One of the best parts of being married to one’s absolute opposite is laughing at all the ways we interpret “Life, the Universe, and Everything”. (Thank you Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.)
In June, I was co-presenter of the Eugene Public LIbrary Summer Reading Series Poetry Workshop and Showcase. Judy Hayden’s photography was on display as part of the celebration. I went wild when I saw her bird in flight cloud photo — the clearest image of what I’ve tried to explain about how I process the world. Sentimentally, watching cloudscapes and the moon were my special moments with my father when I was young. Judy graciously agreed to share this magic image with the Poetic Muselings in this post.
A bit about Judy: I see light and line, color and texture, gladly through my lens; both still and moving images in nature; blessings from the earth, sea, and sky.
Inspiration for the cloud photo: During my annual women’s retreat in Eastern Oregon, a time to laugh, cry, and nurture, this amazing bird-like image appeared briefly on our morning walk, bringing us much appreciated joy and inspiration.
Thank you, Judy, for capturing that bird, and allowing it to soar here! We hope to collaborate on other poetry-photo projects in the future, so watch for more.
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