My therapist asked me

to take photos of things

that brought me joy.

Taking my proverbial

medicine for the week,

I became increasingly aware

of what in this life

cannot be captured.

Who can express in an image

what I see from a stage

or the way the butterflies

in my stomach

won't return to their enclosures?

What could represent

the crispness of the air

when summer first kisses fall?

How do you explain

all the splendid colors

that project onto the heart

when the sun rises in

a soft, glowing sort of way?

You cannot.

You can never.

This breaks my heart

and mends it

at the same time.

Perhaps all God's best

and brightest

and boldest

and bravest

are camera shy.