If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Camera in hand, I go searching for wonder. What’s blooming? Who’s singing in the trees? What unusual shapes will I find clinging to aged bark or hiding in the grass?
This time in my life doesn’t include travel to far-off places with opportunities to capture vast landscapes, azure oceans, or towering cathedrals. Instead, my eye focuses on what surrounds me, the obscure, the amazing, and sometimes the curious.
Like tiny insects peeping through petals. Ordinarily, you or I would walk past them never noticing the ruffly blossoms much less, the minuscule ecosystem the blooms support.