For Thomas A. Thomas
Thomas posts his photo of two fern fronds, matched, with corners
angled, almost touching. They form a small spade of emptiness
at the center of the image. A spade that pierces and digs.
Light and shadow, light and shadow, clamor the professionals.
There’s plenty of that in the green sheen on the fern’s surface, in the hole
that the spade keeps shoveling through the image, deeper and deeper.
And then—at the bottom, where we can’t see—
the still water of a well.
