Poems found containing “why I took so few photos”

March 13, 2012

Why I took so few photos

He stands pressed against the window
naked except for a pair of red mittens
pointing to the crows
flapping his arms
and repeating over and over


I think several things simultaneously

he is perfect
I wonder when he will learn a word other than duck
people can probably see him from the park

then as I so often do
I think to get my camera
but don’t

and when he asks later
why there aren’t more photos of him
I will tell him how moments are like bubbles
you have to stay very still
or they will burst.