From a promontory of tumbled rocks
an infinite view of timeless trees
vast white wings cutting a rising mist
weather-softened hills reclining one
against the other — like rotund bathers
in a Belle Epoque painting
Alone in the wind she climbed
out onto the rocks and in his hand
a camera Be careful he said and
because they were together she only
laughed as he snapped her picture
She has it still the photo of a girl
her back to the world turning
toward the camera looking directly
into the lens behind which obviously
are the eyes of her lover whose image
she captured just moments later against
that fathomless green backdrop he stands
facing the edge and the endless beyond
She gazes now at the curve of his shoulder
at the angle of his back and tells herself
Then I should have known then
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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