I See It All

I see it all
from my vantage point
above,
my perfect portrait
of water, rocks, and cattails,
a bucolic vision nearly unmarred
but for the jarring, fuchsia clad woman
I will later digitally remove.

I see it all
from my vantage point
upward,
my perfect portrait
of arching stones, vines, and tree sketched sky,
a softened man made vision punctuated
by heads and shoulders
of strangers I will ignore.

I see it all
from my vantage point
behind,
my perfect portrait
of amateur photographers
snapping each other unwittingly,
a collective vision for my professional eye,
and I capture them all, and laugh.

I see them all
from my vantage point
outside,
my flawed poem
of people seeing and not seeing,
scene by layered scene,
chronicled by my faulty pen
and laid bare for you.