The sun caught my eye
as it shown through the space just above her knee.
I saw her sitting in a tree.
I did not ask why.
You called her from outside my bedroom window like the man she always imagined from the movie Say Anything
She stood on her porch in the cold dark morning in her bathrobe.
It was the willingness this time
not the resulting photograph
The moon set fast and left her with only one image.
We don’t always get the shot but we always have the experience.