Saturday Poem

Photographer’s Song

Standing in the shade,
looking at the light,
I know that I can make
something clear and smart.

I know that I can catch
something they can’t see
as they cross the bridge.
I scour them with my eye.

As they live their lives,
blind, mundane and rich,
I wait until it’s time
and make my little click.

Through the dimming light
I watch them from the shade,
still, in my perfect spot
as they walk away.

I use my longer lens
to bring them close to me.
Their thoughts are in my hands.
I check them on a screen.

If I make a print,
I know what it will show.
When daylight ends,
my camera feels cold.

by Don Bogen
Plume Magazine