Nikonos
By Finley W
Simple shapes within my grasp,
A connection with few frames to fast,
With each click it retreats to the mast,
As if designed by a cubist.
Emerge from salty waters deep,
Lens at the ready clean from sleet,
Aim at riders, aim to keep
An image for a lifetime.
The lens the eye, the hands the brain,
To many users this camera kept sane,
Many waves to be given fame,
All to be presented to me.
As film rolls in and out and away
Spinning like a dancer sways,
Lights caught in her dress frayed
Light to last forever.
Healed with fresh water for salty wounds,
Safe from a life of rotting,
To live to shoot another day,
To live to create a past.
