© 2001 Mahabali

Thoughts wriggle out into words
As parenthesis and foot notes
And profound T-shirt expressions
On how she performed the cosmic dance
With the camera!

Seated on three legs,
The camera keeps its only eye open.
For, she sees through it.
She pans him, tilts him up and down
And captures the action all around.

On, Off, White balance, Zoom ins, Pull outs,
She pushes the buttons and applies pressure
Her two legs in a tangle with his three.
He is ecstatic; his shutter-speed is wild
And his aperture widens in excitement. [Truly, she is
the piece to camera]

The deprived by-stander feels like a jump cut - out of place,
And curses himself for his genetic material.
"I would rather be your camera,
Than the cameraman that I never would be!"
But he'll preserve the footage forever.