The Gatekeepers
Hidden by movement, I see you in the stillness. Do I tell anyone or will it be seen as an illness. Circle of roots, nature’s mysteries unbound. Door to the underworld, what will be found.
Beckoned forward, my mind’s eye drifts. Towards the door my lips question what if. Shimmering reflection the gatekeeper nods hello. Watery greeting bubbling up from below.
My stomach crawling with fear, threatening my composure. I tense my anus and will myself closer. The gatekeeper smiles as I arrive. Leave the light on, I’ll return, if I am alive.
The Gatekeepers are a series of photographs taken of reflections on the Rahway and the Raritan Rivers. To Imaginator 2191, these reflections look like underwater, otherworldly beings and portals.
