Thirty Five Millimetre Poem by GRANT FRASER

I went out in
the fog with my
new 35mm,

I struggled to get
a decent picture,

in the end,
I got one or two,

some rocks,
a bird flying
off some holy
monument,
two ends
of a broken
rail along
the promenade,

later on I had
a look at them,

then put all
three on my flickr
page,

funnily enough,
I got faved for
the holy one,
three times,

Father, son,
and Holy ghost,

I'm not religious
though,
not like that,

though most of
us have a sort
of ghost way of
believing
without truly
believing...

yet I still research
the truth as if it
were there somewhere,
looking for me,

through that lens
I stoop and bend,

trying to entertain
the idea that I can
record what
it is I truly see,

and what is it...

that stretches me
to the limitation,

that something quite
different will eventually
appear in my pictures...