A Multiplicity Of Details

The 'I' rooted to the anonymity of this non-fictional space.

For it to be

let it be its self –

its stance

out of focus

for a while.

Kept in its place, the viewer tries to interpret the obscurity of its frozen form.

a field of mirror-like ice…

An Unknown Highway

At my door

winter gently settles –

a spill of flakes…