To focus.
And then there’s this...
now that you’re a grown-up you know about all the things that get in the way - the things that take you away
away from the home and the faces
but when you were a pup, you knew nothing of that
your Dad was there or he wasn’t - and when he was there
he was smiling or he wasn’t - you were a pup; you didn’t know
but when he smiled and tickled you and called you by the nickname he had for you
that was all you needed
Steady, my hand - hold the lens still.
All this way to come - to be here and focus.
Hold the lens still.
There’s this pile of wood, there’s all these parts
these things you’ve picked up along the way
all of it here with you now
yours to make something out of
to show that you’ve paid attention
(to show?) that you know if an edge should be soft or sharp
if a word should be warm or cold
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