The Photographer

Eye and sky share the horizon:
not a boundary, but an impudent refraction
to be redesigned at will.

Click and wind still fill my mind;
feeling for the developer tray,
its caustic reek crowds my head
with anticipation of a burgeoning image.

Your world has whirled into fractals
and fantasies, pixels placing themselves
in impossible patterns that delight
and deny the right of the all-knowing eye.

I, the sponge, move behind your spills
of luminescent energy and am altered. 
Analogue dreams shift into digital reality
and the mind combines them 
in glorious fusion.

Each day the sun rises on your new world,
spectacular, bordered only by light 
dispersed in chromatic wonder
to the myriad colours of infinite
memory.