When I first caught you, I
had you so tangled in my net that I
damaged your wings, trying to free you.
We became so caught up in each other
we couldn’t tell one from another.
We read plays together
and acted out all the parts.
We took turns hiding in the
camera and tripping the shutter
at unlikely moments, we were little
elflike creatures peeking from behind the
lens, lost in a maze of black
secret photographic equipment.
by Cher Bibler