Who can tell what makes the finger tremble
or if the fault’s partly in the shutter -
the eyes mist over when the heart is full
and daylight seems to fumble and flutter;
how will you know what exact part is played,
how much of which and what’s responsible
and where the share of credit must be laid
for the error, if something’s erred at all.
It’s plain enough that the takes are blurry,
how will you know which of the lenses fogged?
Was the tremor in awe? - or for worry
that it’s all too vast to be catalogued.
Is there room for poetry to be blurred?
to accept neither hand nor lens has erred.
Continuing my theme from the last post - meta-poetry mixed up with archiving and photography...Have a restful Sunday and a wonderful week!