pause for a minute,
picture the face of
someone you love
think of drawing them, describing
them
to an artist, a
policeman
what words would you use?
how reconstruct them?
what describes their
particular softness?
how portray their
individual grace?
what did they look like
when they looked at you?
can you reduce them precisely,
perfectly,
to skin, eye, hair?
trace the line of
their jaw?
shape of their smile?
ever seen the way
the light touches their
skin?
pictures in our heads
so fragile, fleeing things
and faces,
faces, far too easy to
forget.
(In memory of grandfather who, knowing this, marched us off to a studio for a family
portrait. He died in an accident soon afterwards.)