photographer

To capture, as if it were possible
the morning light
to show others what they miss
not being him, not being with him
in chill early darkness
he leaves comfort behind, slips
through dim woodland
across dusty waste
around shrouded stone
climbs up or down
to the vantage point
to the hidden spot
his secret spot
the just-right spot
and waits and adjusts and fiddles
and watches and the moment comes
or moments, and the button is pressed
click and click and click and
later he pries the images, his images
from behind the lens
spreading them before you
as if seeing them could transport you
as if seeing them could deliver you
sound of water or birdsong
brush of dewdrop or cobweb
scent of damp earth or cedar
knowledge
of what he knew there
or knows there
in the hidden spot
the secret spot
as if it were possible
in the morning light