[We grow away from strangers]

Jude Dillon

We grow away from strangers
remain unsolved

by a bramble-shadowed stream
grey rock turning black in a sudden field of snow

your distance I wonder at
tightens the loveliness

reaches in
to lead us out

Jude Dillon …would have made this shorter but he ran out of time… And yes, he read that recently somewhere, maybe heard it on the train… What is original, is this poem, from his manuscript, Blue Noir. Solitary walks and photography are distractions that inspire. Jude lives by his camera in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.


  1. I love Jude Dillon’s work!

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