Photographer (a poem)

Silence

the wide gap between us

as you stare straight ahead

mouth flat

listening

answering

your silence a language I haven’t yet learned

(is it me? is it you?)

I fold my hands in my lap

pray that you will find the tools

to build a bridge

I tilt my head, concentrate

turning your every word into music

offering you harmony

until the record skips again into silence

I prod your defenses until you smile

and I see you

You!

peeking out from behind the cloud I want to blow away

so you can shine

You laugh at something I say

and I become a pioneer

crossing these wild, empty prairies

to chase that gold