Slow Shutter Speed
By the time you get this card I will have moved on
again to someplace else, I’m not sure where. I’m
including a photo to show you where I last stayed alone.
The shot is taken from my hotel window looking
down on a park. All those people you see were listening
to a saxophonist busking in a rose garden alone.
The birds flew into the frame just as I closed the
shutter, it was totally unintentional. And so too is how
the edge of the cloud is starting to fragment alone.
In the distance is a long stretch of beach where I
walked every day. I’m never considered strange
when people find me staring out at the ocean alone.
I have this reoccurring dream: we’re together,
somewhere unknown and I strike a match against
a wall and then I see you’re not with me but I’m alone.
Only when I’m away from you do I realize how much
my heart calls for you. Why do things have to be this way?
Why can’t hearts grow fonder being together and not alone?
Ross Keating is a writer who lives in Sydney. He has written, Francis Brabazon Poet of the Silent Word, a biography of the Australian poet who wrote two book of English ghazals, In Dust I Sing and The Beloved is All in All. Keating has published a collection of poems A First Act from where "Slow Shutter Speed" is taken. He has also published a collection of related stories, Reading Stay With God.