Monday, 3 September 2012

156. Why There Are No Pictures

Sometimes, my camera lays heavy in my bag as I watch the scene
begin, watch it unfurl like a flower that will only hold for a moment
before the scene shatters into a cacophony of items and people
that don't know where they're supposed to be at a given time.

Sometimes, I raise the camera and look at the large screen,
watching as the scene slowly focuses before it blurs again
or fades into the wrong aperture or cuts off in the shutter speed.

I try once, maybe twice, to fix the settings before I lose
the moment or I return my camera to my bag and I watch
the scene unfold without the screen relaying the moment.

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