Photographs
The art of stopping on a dime
In perfect focus, space and time
To remind us not to move too fast
Like railroad stations
Refreshing weary travelers
With their blasts from the past
Giving us a treasured reminder
Of what will forever last
More than words can spell or right
They are the highest expression
Of instantaneous sight
For when they inundate our powers of perception
With the sheer essence of creation's reflection
And light
There is no time but here and now
And that’s a very good
If not perfect place to be
John Christopher
1999
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