The camera is always moving…

The camera is always moving…
Processing every situation…
Good, better, never best…
The pictures showing everyone walking in the same direction.

Each shot showing only first impressions…
Through the lens everything looks square…
As if all the world has gone silent…
And there is only one principal character.

Yet, wisdom has placed her treasure in each of these souls…
Such a formidable thought!
The whites and blues always the most prominent…
Each person responsible for their own construction.

And then you open your eyes…
Just like that you are flying!
Up, up, up, you go!
The pictures become so different.

So, time for a new camera…
To get rid of your grippy feet…
To lift yourself over the heavy iron gates…
And become one with the photographer who knows you so well.

I love you,

Annie