Taxiing

All week long,

I've left words 
alone,

and they seem fine

out there 

on their own

Exchanging my pen

for a Nikon lens

and the sawing at clarity

for the sensory swing 

of encountering a thing,

before shooting it

still

I like the beautiful things

more than I like the true things,

but I like the beautiful, true things

most of all  

And that is a photograph's
exquisite appeal,

being all right 
there,

magnified and married
at the speed
of light     

While words have to

struggle--

always this struggle--

and always upwind, 

us and them jawing 
to get our gears
to bite

Starting, 
then stopping
before finding--

blue