Photograph

A blurry figure stands

In the past, in the bottom left corner.

And the field is glowing

With dried grass, dusty footprints

And the smell of fire just before the spark.

Beyond the field is a blur of lurking green trees

Combined to make a Washington Peak

Suffocated by clouds.

I cannot see before nor behind.

All I have is this photograph,

The frozen present of the past.