An Ocean Through A Lens

The ground is cool and soft,

bare feet tread across the lush, thick strands of grass

and patches of chilled mud.

My feet mush and tread,

squish and squash,

pluck and clop.

The field is black.

My hands are nowhere to be found,

lost in darkness.

I am alone.

Camera, wisking out of its safe home, camera bag,

out of its pillows of comfort

to the world of reality and magic.

The wind gently gusts,

invisible trees rustle above,

wishpering.

I steady the lens, focus, and click -

I lean my head back,

and look up -

I am engulfed in a sea of stars.

A million tiny suns shine down,

the lights of a city above,

the glow of worlds unknown and twinkle of swimmers in the sky.

I am not alone.

The sea lifts my worries, carries me away,

until the click of my camera brings me back to the field.

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