{"id":75668,"date":"2020-06-28T06:38:31","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75668"},"modified":"2020-07-25T10:57:24","modified_gmt":"2020-07-25T14:57:24","slug":"no-lights-no-camera-no-action","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/no-lights-no-camera-no-action\/","title":{"rendered":"No lights, no camera, no action"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

As a kid I loved the nature films
\nfeaturing time-lapse photography
\nrosebuds, opening
\ncaterpillars cocooning
\nanything hatching from an egg<\/p>\n

I understood the concept behind
\nthe process \u2013 frames shot every few
\nseconds instead of continuously
\nplaying the film made it all seem fast<\/p>\n

my father worked in television so I knew
\nthe basics of cameras and pictures
\ntime-lapse films in enthralled me as
\nI also marveled at the patience it took
\nto watch an egg hatch, or tree bud<\/p>\n

walking through the park today I saw
\na feather lying on a bed of moss
\nordinary, black plume \u2013 pigeon, crow?
\nI sat on the stone ledge just feet away<\/p>\n

I waited, watching the feather intently
\nan occasional breeze, or passing biker
\ncaused the feather to flutter, not move
\neven though I know better, I waited to
\nsee what would happen to quilled fond<\/p>\n

there was nothing to hatch, or bloom
\nnothing was going to transpire except a
\ngust of wind taking the feather, or maybe
\nanother bird would pluck it to line its nest<\/p>\n

I sat, expecting nothing, was not disappointed
\nbut for just a few minutes I was once again
\ncurious ten-year-old kid, sitting in a class
\nobserving just how this crazy world works<\/p>\n

\u2013 Mark L. Lucker
\n\u00a9 2020
\nhttp:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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