There's a black and white photograph that I like.
A symbol maybe of unfound love or yet attained peace.
In this picture there is shown the top part of a high wall.
A thick wall, perhaps two or three feet.
Behind it is seen some treetops and dark clouds.
It's almost as dark as night, but you can't tell.
Lightning has flashed so that we may see.
It's raining, and if I could hear it, I'm sure there would be thunder.
There are two bodies on top of the wall.
Both unclothed and both in the rain.
They lay on their backs along the wall, head to head, almost touching.
Both face the sky, oblivious to one another.
One, a woman, with her hands in her hair, back arched,
and one leg bent slightly more than the other.
The other, a man, with his hands flat against either side of the wall,
arms straight and sloped at an angle, the farthest leg bent almost completely,
the other not bent at all, and his chest out.
Both have their eyes closed and looks of yearning on their faces.
I like that photograph.
Too bad it hasn't been taken yet.
Sometimes I imagine scenes that I would like to see as photgraphs.