Young Seal - Poem by GRANT FRASER
There was a silver
that I stumbled upon,
barely on the sand,
just a pup...
I snapped his image
up with 60mm,
but couldn't get the right one,
and darkness came down
like a black net around me,
so I stuck on the flash
pot luck! pot luck!
well what the - hey...
no time like the second
of night time eating in,
so there was two good shots
at least, I thought...
but what is it about wanting
more of the same, even better,
while photography eats out
the next day, around the same
time, with the pitch already
descending, I return,
but he saw me way
and was hopping mad,
skidaddling along the sand,
I never saw anything move so fast,
and in like the fastest submarine
you ever seen...then down...
not even a ripple!
Only today I go back there,
not a mark on the sand of time,
and I go back again
and again...in my head,
should have been closer,
but night got in the way!
could have been my fishy nature
prize of exposures,
I want to smash this thing sometimes,
crack it's big metal eyeball open!
to see if it can really see,
without all the intricacy,
don't think I'm not ever serious enough,
contraptions are distractions anyway,
what would I being doing, besides,
Christ! , living is your own movie,
not as interesting, boring as hell sometimes,
and everything is packaged differently
not like the real moment we live in,
so pictures are relative,
or accounts for having lived,
some of the time,
a snapping sensation, a tic of sorts,
something with less exclusion...
I hope, in the under-water-ness of all this...
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