It's not a picture taken from the real world.
This photograph of my brother now at 48 on the left
and my son when he was 8 or 9 on the right.
They look in each other's direction
	but not at each other.
The currents of a strange mist or stream
	that flows between them
is captured by the silver emulsion.
As this is a photograph
from the land of dreams,
I can't tell the meaning of the mist.
Is my son becoming my brother,
does my brother want to become my son?

In the real world, time moves in one direction,
but in the land of dreams,
our wishes have such power,
they can reverse the flow of time.

In my father's bedroom
there's a real photo of my older daughter
sitting with him when she was three.
It's a head shot taken by my brother twenty years ago.
She looks out - not laughing, but at ease.
My father, a young 65, looks out, too -
his eyes gazing out to the future in the same direction.




			Brandywine
			3/19/99