Today
I awake in darkness, early
Brilliant moonlight
Glowing silver
On the trees outside
I take my camera
Into the cold
Predawn
Wait
But the moon refuses to fall
I won’t see the elusive image
Split-second
As it sits atop
The volcano crest.
Sometimes
There is more beauty
In what I don’t see.
The best image
Is always the one
I didn’t take.
The picture I paint
In my mind
Is more beautiful
Than a photograph
Could ever be.
