Glorious Mistakes

You took the picture from a train window
and everything – autumn leaves,
the river, is blurred. Parts of it impressionistic
and other parts incomprehensible.
There are reflections from the window,
sharp and jarring and not fitting the landscape.
It would be a picture to discard,
except for the glorious sunlight and color
reminding you that even in the mistakes,
glory arises.

About this poem

The poem tells the story. It’s a horrible picture. And yet, when I search through my images for something in particular, I always find myself stopping at this one; it is bright and hopeful for all its flaws. Not unlike us.

Tom