where no camera can go

my eyes are lenses
my brain the camera
i blink
taking endless pictures second by second
focusing on that rich chocolaty brown of my coffee
the smooth, crisp white lines of the rim of my mug
if only i could publish what i see from this perspective
let others see the view from here
and invite them to feel what i feel now as i stare at my feet
and watch leaves cast smudged shadows across the floor by my toes.