Art: Clockwork 7 by Waters Breedlove
THE PHOTOGRAPH
It doesn’t matter what we should have argued about.
Talking was something we couldn’t or wouldn’t do.
We walked through a meadow instead, you slightly ahead
and I taking pictures of things I wanted to remember,
including that bloody sunset. The flowers parted
before you and so did the tall ferns and the trees
and after them the mountains, splitting cleanly in two
to let you pass, and as you did, closing behind you,
seamlessly, like an eyelid, a forest of eyelashes blinking out
any trace of your passage. I barely had time for one
last snapshot, an exercise in memory, the pale blot of a hand,
possibly yours, raised to stave off the click of the shutter.
About the author:
Romana Iorga. Originally from Chisinau, Moldova, I’m a Romanian-American poet living in Switzerland. I have an MFA in creative writing from the University of Minnesota and published two poetry collections in Romania. My work has appeared or is forthcoming in Ruminate, saltfront, Borderlands, Chicago Quarterly Review, and others. Currently, I spend my days mingling with words, dogs, and children, not necessarily in that order.
Art: Clockwork 7 by Waters Breedlove
In the artist’s words:
Waters Breedlove is an Interdisciplinary Shamanic Artist mostly made of water.
