Posted in portraits by Denise Rafkind on January 5, 2015

I could never keep the camera so steady,
on something so rare.
Exquisite? Perhaps.
But I am too numb with awe to decide.
Jumping over time, arriving to witness that,
makes my heart froth with envy.
Not to possess, but to gaze;
in a wanton, appreciative way,
to share the same breath and ––
She saw me looking.
She’s walking to me.
I’m not supposed to be here.
There’s a vortex swirling beside me.
Can she see it?
Even her gait is majestic.
“Hello…” she said.
And that’s how it started.