A poetic reading of Michelle Zemencheff's photographs by Lloyd Godman

 

Soft descend

Soft descend the moments of dusk
blown onto salt surface as fine silk pollen
time falls short of movement
stops for an instant
Light looses its hold from the tightening night grip
blurs in equanimity -  neither day nor night

Caught wordless in an ocean of harmony
vibrations of light and water are song enough
My own breath, velvet texture in life’s moving ocean
Reflection of my dreams morph into liquid
There is only one moment –
it is now

the speed of the surfing arrow darts pas
a white fuzz incision across the deepening blues
the sense of exhilaration is heightened
time meets it nemesis
the timeless moment
another dimension is born