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.