Titles are always about a thing in a moment.
Like this one is about an earring on a girl
Whose head is tilted so that the space beneath
In another moment, the sun’s angle,
Relative to the tall, narrow window, will shift
And flatter the elbow, or delicate curve
Of the derriere on its way to the knee.
She will have finished asking if you want tea,
Which is why her head turned toward you
(And us), for just that moment, and only
As a courtesy to the moment – and the light.
© 2014, Jeff Roberts
Digital Image by: Dorothee Golz (Vienna) http://www.dorothee-golz.com/
