My Garden of White Lilacs
i. lost worlds on my camera’s SD card
and now may I present
a picture of the sky
that I forgot I had ever taken,
on a day that is similarly
absent from recollection.
to fill the narrative
vacuum of this moment,
we can choose to believe a
series of events
(likely composed of lies
that ring pleasantly in the ear
than no explanation at all.)
let’s say I had watermelon on this
day, and slept very peacefully
with the window open. My hair
was soft and so was the sound
of the microwave heating up tacos.
ii. a scene i witnessed in a dream
old women fall makeup on their eyelids like snow,
screw them tightly closed
as they do the caps of the near empty peanut butter jars
collecting on the counter,
where they store moments of lush and still
they hold potlucks where they sit in wooden chairs,
and blink deliberately,
knowing the best methods by which to capture the glitter
of the powdered color.
they scoop from the rims of Skippy and Justins,
humming to the silence.
In my poems I employed minimalistic form and concise languge to capture the way innocence is often so refreshing due to its lack of complexity, and in the content of the writings themselves I wanted to look for innocence in unexpected places. I believe there are infinite moments in which we can be reminded of the wonder and fantasy we once held for the world.
In my photos, I looked to the sky for innocence, an object in nature that people frequently look to for safe keeping of their dreams and aspirations. I waited for periods of time in which this idea of rebirth and fantasy could be reflected in the rich colors or forms of the sky. The culmination of these works is a reflection on the way I believe the idea of innocence has a way of softening reality and providing comfort in everyday life.