Friday, October 22, 2010

The Muse

I posted a poem this week called "Before the Flood." The poem has its origins in an image of a single drop of rainwater creating a ring of small waves in a puddle. This image came to me in the form of a photograph published by a friend, Kimm Gaillard, of Gaillard Photography. He displayed the photo online a few weeks ago. I loved it but soon lost memory of it among the clutter of the day-to-day. I remembered it again at a time when I was feeling a bit like David confronting Goliath. I felt that my identity, my humanity, my desires, were insignificant when juxtaposed with all that threatens to swallow me up in this world. Suddenly I recalled the photograph and thought: "But even drops of water make waves." Thank you, Kimm, for the revelation that there is power and possibility even in small things.

Here is the photo:

Photo courtesy of Gaillard Photography

And here again is my poem:

Before the Flood
He loved me
With an antediluvian artlessness
Long out of favor in these smoky haunts.
He knew that mere drops of water make waves
And we would break against the crags
Of apathy and avarice, ever eroding the ugly
As disciples of the moon.

1 comment:

  1. Nadya,
    Glad the picture was inspiring to you. Sometimes we get caught up in the big things in life when we should pay attention to the little things....even the drops of rain.