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]