AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

STOLEN IMAGES

On occasion other peoples’ images invade our inventory
Capturing some essence we adopt as though home grown;
Over time their stories becoming our stories:
A family’s ritual stroll after dinner although alone,
Reaching separate hilltops at five sequestered points,
Each in plain view yet clearly quite apart,
Knowing that something was somehow out of joint,
Positioned there like extremities of a solitary star,
Able to relate at ease only at a distance.
This tableau from a dear friend’s childhood lore
Has somehow wedged itself into my own expanse
It seems this scene does not want to disappear –
Like dreams that haunt your sleep from year to year.