To the Digital Historian who Filmed the Music Camp Full of Old Women

She sees--

she sees and she sees and she sees,

and makes it digital,

what a terrible word for love...

digital.

She sees and she sees, and she sees,

and suddenly

we see, we see and we see and we see,

and then we are more than we were,

suddenly we're all so human,

so human, and yet,

so beautiful,

how can we be human

and beautiful?

Because she sees

and she sees...

and we are, aren't we?

Note: today's prompt was to write about intuition. This poem was written to a loving photographer.