Where is my home?
I Robert Frank: Trolley – New Orleans 1955
(Born in Switzerland)
To a space where their eyes are out-of-focus,
diffuse as their whispers in raucous air
or as a stellar cloud including a far-off star
and a hollow locale that would be a new one,
the other side of their lives on a trolley
transferring from area to area, the outside
of windows opened to fleeting scenes or
comforting tones of trombone and closed to
shut-out unclear tableaux, allows us to zoom-in
their faces showing doze or ennui in one shot,
mysterious, every so often
unfixed emotions can be fixed at a
certain monochrome moment. The overlapped
glass above them rolls mostly on bumpy roads
as if the surface of a puddle rippled
casting back snippy and motley cityscapes
educed in their limbos; splintery flashbacks
are churned with blurred after-images.
Each gaze to a distant point, a puzzle
where light is focused in their shadowlands.