These autumn rains, these Hopper blues,
These destinations, stations passed,
These memories which have yet to form,
These tricks which gather up the night.
Each isolation – neon stained –
Is captured in its gleaming feint,
Is held, unique, in slow decent:
From state to state, from hope to spent.
And you: I wonder how you took
The morning – made it live again,
And glow again (if only once,
If only through electric eyes).
You took a crossing point in time,
And found a voice for rain and light.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going collaboration.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: