- nisha sondhe
- a poem by latoya jordan
- from a darkroom in cleveland birthed an eye
- with a gift: it could hear the language of the world.
- in secret tongue the world whispered stories
- and the eye said yes, i will translate. land, waters,
- and creatures of the earth through her lens
- reveals strength in the calves of a dancer,
- beats in a musician’s hands, hope in the
- smile of a sick child. a kaleidoscope of grays
- in a pigeon’s wing or smog-coated skyline at dusk,
- clearer. depth of blues in the sea, rich fabric of a sari
- or cold eye of a fish, deeper. with camera as compass
- and guidance from other explorers, the eye
- has journeyed for over ten years to unravel
- mysteries, peel back layers to show us the core.
- look for yourself, draw the eye to you,
- see the eye in new york, speak to her in your secret
- language, she will tell your story.
nishasondhe@mac.com
