I am a snapshot in time
Capturing a minute and magnificent moment
Offering only a taste of an intricate puzzle
Like a drop of water on a thirsty tongue.
I am the picture
That the artist couldn’t put into words
You had to be there
I was there in it and she captured me
In paint and pixels
I was born into the shot.
When the shutter clicked
And the brush flicked, I was captured
The artist held the picture in her hand
There I was, illusive
But there I am, time infinite
All of it happening at once.
I can’t know me
how she knows me
Until I know the whole
Until I have seen through the artist’s eyes
Until I have felt her heart pulse
At the beauty she is witness to.
Some days I’m matte, some days gloss
How will I move this static frame
While I am here?
What will I do with this moment?
How will I do justice to the real thing
While I am a snapshot in time?