Close-Up - Poem by Ivona Sophia
I have been waiting days for good light
like this morning when the day is beginning
to rise, still on the border of shadows and twilight.
the warmth of hair dissolves the fog. they let me
approach to the distance of scent, set the tripod.
I'm waiting for light, changing angles, breathing.
I do not blink, afraid they will disappear. time passes
lazily like thoughts. I take a step slowly and noiselessly.
it feels as if the earth has lost its gravity.
the snap of a frozen twig disperses crows. tumult
disperses horses. I close them in a display frame
as a quintessence of freedom and light.
gravel shoots from underneath a hoof.
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