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Argentina, Buenos Aires, Cemeteries, Recoleta Cemetery
Caught in a moment
Late one stormy afternoon in Recoleta Cemetery, I found this Mary, poised Between the light and the dark, as if stranded on some misty moor at dusk. Behind her a solitary cross, suspended in a threatening sky; before her, an almost blinding light (all reflections, of course). She stands with a knowing look. I’ve searched for her since, but have never seen her again.
Is the structure she depends on dissolving or is she emerging from confusion?
I love your poetic ponderings. I don’t know where she’s come from, but I see a certainty in her gaze. She doesn’t even need to look in the direction of the blazing light to indicate that it is the way. She is the transition between death – the cross rising out of the murk – and the pure reassuring light, the source. I only wish she would reveal herself to me again!