PICTURES FOR YOU
Let me take
pictures for you
who are
imprisoned
by your
body floating over the edges.
Let me
climb to the highest hill
to discover
the lighthouse
you wish
you could reach.
As I click
on it,
I focus my
thoughts toward you.
Your body,
racked in pain, cannot go far,
but your
soul reaches me.
We are
intertwined in struggles of gravity and age.
The pain of
one numbs the other.
The fear
for one claims the other.
Let me take
pictures for you while we
pretend for
the other’s sake
that you
are not hurting.
The limp is
there—
It cannot
be hidden,
but we look
beyond it
to our
memories
where you
sped effortlessly
before me
in a race
around the block
that ended
in the
beginning
of our life
together.
Let me take
pictures for you.
Beth Good--2005
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