Shutter drawn, lens protracted, quiet on my tabletop you wait: eye of the world that sits in silence unstirring until taken in my hands, camera, what vision will you capture today? When the sun stretches west and bleeds from radiant red into violet across the sinking sky, will you be there to see it? When birds in southern flight flap their wings, fluttering silhouettes against a rainbow god-winking through the clouds, will you open your eye to know? And when, in the glimmer of moonlit rain, strangers blush to be caught staring, who will see, and make known, and make record of all that was felt: memory, fleeting against the backdrop of forever, a photograph, defiantly mine.
Written September 2020
© 2020 Ilyas Taraki
notes from my iPhone 