Shadow Play
by Maralee Gerke
               for my husband Robin

He lives behind the lens,
a Cyclops's view of the world.
His passion, reflections, shadows,
obscure mementos.

Exposing secret places, hollows in
seaside stones, the dim shadow of a
gauzy curtain in a quiet room, harsh
gashes of black stark on adobe walls under the blue
blue New Mexico sky.

A working boat floating on oily water near a
ferry dock, the reflection of a mirror
in a long hallway, manhole covers
on streets in Canada, alleys in Japan,
or along sidewalks close to home.

His objective, the sideways glance,
the turn of a head, the subtle nuance,
the intersection of vision and object,
exposing his soul through the click of the shutter,
as he plays with shadows.



 

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