A vertical, and a family portrait –

one that comes from a baffling

that cannot be explained.

Horizontal is not vertical –

or a likeness in any medium —

just pieces of fiction narrating

chains of (un)related events.

One still arises from qualities

of being united into one – yes,

adults can count again. The man

desires to wear his own hat —

perhaps its shadow or clothing.

After all, shadows result from light.

No, the man looks down — inward.

The person echoes another human,

who might captain a ship. It so longs

for dying — but desires being. Perhaps,

becoming knowledge, it might flow on.

Like time, it remains still, still needed.

Even more, it is an older man, an adult —

the kind who does recall his children.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Personal family photo
Process: Pick and mix reflection
based on word.camera translation