The Magical Lens Poem by Barima Basoah

Inside the old cathedral was a service,
filled with multitudes of many faces,
as nice as those of a child's drawings.

With my optical lens on my camera body,
turning and tilting the camera to grab,
every objects and capture every moment.

It all turned to be my moment,
spotting a mirror face,
my fish eye caught from afar.

Quickly my swivel lens rotated around,
to feed my sight and inform my brain,
that moment focus and sense are lost.

Closing one eye very hard,
opening the other eye very wide,
my spectroscopic lens found every peck of beauty

I focus on her through my stereoscopic lens,
I only stationed the camera on her,
for a grave marching period

From an uncompromising position,
with my ultra wide angle lens,
zoomed her closer from that far.

My headlights shuttered with time,
and our eyes kissed by fluke,
then we saw who we are.

With my telescopic lens I saw beyond her,
the futuristic frustration and fun,
but indeed the wind for my sail.

Microscopic eye I saw in her,
the good, better and best,
a woman full of life.

I am good at finding people,
but I am now the best for finding you,
‘cause I could and read the sign when I saw it.

My eyes saw you,
my lens captured you,
and my heart shot you.


From the collection: THE DAY WE MET
Love at First Sight