I Locked The Cable Release Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

and watched the river
and the evening light on the river
and my 8x10 Toyo view camera
resting on the big Gitzo tripod
with its single eye open
then spotted a green bottle
at the edge of the water
half buried in bottom mud
neck cracked off and
just below read the raised letters:
Clarke and White
Glass thick
most certainly handblown
contained
tiny ancient air bubbles
breathed long ago by the creator:
now white stars in a green firmament.
Everything eventually
something else.