Moses tries to shoot a snapshot – and gets one,
just – yet being unable to multi-task this isn’t of
the parting of water best known for his sleight
[one assumes even prophets need both hands]
and instead he bifurcates a ripple of orange,
a ribbon of near-red dissipating in the foreground.
What’s worse, god looks on from above, the
spectral stare of a mentor disappointed one more
time, ruminating on how expectations have
altered since those early days of total faith and
delivery. It is a ghost-look soon to wane
into the cliff-face, haunted by a demise of miracles.
Moses, left to think, knows what follows fame
is one big burden when the party piece fades.
[picture by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]