Through the Lens of BerryAbby

She stood without moving for nineteen minutes. I held my breath for most of them.

A new fiddlehead opening in slow motion. The forest was very quiet.

He found the one rectangle of light in the entire house and claimed it.

Twelve minutes on a platform that felt like an entire afternoon.

The kitchen at 6:14 am. Steam, a window, a thought I hadn't had yet.

Long exposure, hand-held, mistakes welcomed.

She knew exactly where I was. I think she let me take it.

Petrichor, but in photographs.

I have never wanted to know what was said more than this.

Yellow walls, blue tiles, a small cat watching everything.

I left it there for a week before I read it.

Me, and me again, and a window between us.