Taking the Shot
The hunter is inside the camera.
Between the lens and its mirror,
Zen masters prowl
with high powered rifles.
The prey is sensed
before it takes shape,
otherwise you catch nothing.
You are in the zone.
Your mind a digital trigger
inside a plastic case.
Sometimes the whole world will stampede
across your path,
more often, a small curlicue of significance
will trip a sensory wire.
Cross-hairs meet, and where they join,
for an instant you disappear
as you take the shot.
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