• 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

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