Three Mates and an Interloper

My train speeds through the station
Camera lens pressed to the window
Short staccato shutter bursts
Seeking moments and frames

In one second
Three frames
Find three mates
And an interloper

This image the best
From the middle frame
Captured in 1/16,000th of a second

Then… they’re gone forever

In that moment now the past
Scarce opportunity for impressions
Too little time, even
To register more than a glimpse
Of form and tone

Years later
I shape the RAW data into a photograph
Meanwhile my mind lingers
With a ridiculously brief moment
Captured by glass, sensor and silicon

Allow the words to come
That shape stories
From the raw material
Of images
Collected from
Stories I’ll never know

With my muse ephemera
I rewrite history
To serve the present
Then offer a gift
To eternity