For Big Tent Poetry prompt: Photographer’s Point of View
We were to take a photograph, not our own, and write a poem from the view of the known or unknown photographer.
Moment of Wonder
Office party door prize:
two tickets, three days,
four nights at Bellagio
in Vegas. Friend on rented
scooter, as we cruised the Strip,
to see what we could see.
Had heard most of her stories.
How animals, even birds,
understood what we think.
Not the words, but the heart
and soul’s intent. She’d said
that if we spoke inside our heads,
other creatures might bend
themselves to listen.
Had read about white tigers kept
at Mirage. Thick glass floor to ceiling
wall, reflective pool between viewer
and viewed. Could barely see him,
where he slept, seemingly content
far back in deepening shadows.
Stepped close, hope carried like
black plastic camera, fraught with thoughts
of futility. Stilled myself, could sense her
doing same. Asked with respect for just
one picture, then waited in silence.
He rose like a phantom from shadows.
Moved slowly on huge silent paws,
as though drawn alone by our childlike
awe and expectancy. Stopped, looked
into my eyes as shutter clicked, then turned
moving in measured pace, back to place
hidden in darkness.
Turned to her with foolish grin, amazement
mirrored on her knowing face, as we hugged
to ourselves, this singular moment of given
grace, and wonder in priceless magic.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/28/11
Poets United interviewed me for their Life of a Poet Series. You can read the interview here: