>Ventrical Lenses


Beauty is fleeting
a lens winks and
sucks in an image
and lays it down
like oil on canvas

and there you were
holding, leaning into
the future days where
your beauty is sucked
into your soul where
it is destined to rest

So the hours like
lens’ opening and
blinking shut
do their time as
a heart’s ventricular
cadence shutters

Photo by India Hobson, interviewed for One Shoot Sunday