Rock Penstemon (Penstemon gairdneri) . . .
On the road in the American Northwest. [ click photo for next . . . ]
THE REVOLVING DOOR
A man and a woman meet, the
edge of two worlds, the north and south
faces of a revolving door.
The transparency of the glass
makes it clear to them both the need
for complementary intentions,
the necessity of moving
together:—his in is her out,
as the dance completes itself, of
itself, and the revolving door,
now empty, swings round its middle,
as faces turn and eyes meet, once more.
(URNERLAND, The Alps,
from ON PATHS)
All Photographs & texts by Cliff Crego © 2011 picture-poems.com