Flash (Another Alaska Photograph) #1

Flash (Another Alaska Photograph) #1
In this still shot hands I have to guess
came to be taking

a bashful man     — made over
and mustache-confident —

comes to us here     — so far into this walk
we've been entrusted —

and maybe no where but here
and in the evidence of riders.

And here are your mother's eyes
/ your eyes

/ and her mother's own beside him —
Alaska receding in her eyes

that look ahead to us     — believing
we see so much —

made miniature by gazing —
without which

we might all have been forgotten —
smaller again than these —

sitting as posed in streaming light
and radiant     — there

at this pinewood's edge     — where
love     — the ways

we see it     — comes to matter —
where your own     / her own

/ and your mother's Swede
-blue gazing gazes me.