NaPoWriMo Day 14

 day 14

film

The cameraman will adjust the gimbal -

level and always perfectly in balance,

no matter what the movement.

The grips and the best boys ply

their trades- whatever they are, I never know-

someone assembles a dolly track

for the long shot, constant and unblinking.

In the event of arson,

film burns with a strange intensity,

almost magnesium white.

The director assembles scene after scene

in his head. He is more or less my god

though I'll never know him. I want

all the green screens and the cgi,

I want exploding starships -

I don't get them. In the drabness,

one critic opines, we see ourselves

realer than real. The lead actor conveys emotions

with the dilation and small flicker

of his eyes. The camera translates my soul,

yet here I am, not even born yet.