Elucidating Questions

She sinks into the waves, but from his perspective she merely sits,

But she looks to disappear

From his perspective he can’t see her.

As she is engulfed in the face of a man unseen, he sees only a pale blue dot in the distance.

So I whisper him tales from places unseen, and even the face

Is now the imprint of an angel in the sky.

But it changes so quickly.

Why do you take a picture?

How curious a question as I try so hard to explain.

The bear asks this curious thing.

I wonder what a strange question but then

Aha.

Why indeed.

The human fear of loss of the feeling of that moment in perfect condition.

Memories get convoluted, memories get muddy as you bring time into them again and again.

You’re not the same person who you were, so what if you forget.

I take pictures because I’m afraid I will forget.

I write because I’m afraid I will be forgotten.