I Am a Camera

I capture all within my view.

The pristine and the soiled;

The ugly and the beautiful alike.

Without bias or judgment,

I reflect both the living and the inanimate;

The quick and the dead.

The trees, the sky,

A bird, a fish, a dog;

And you, and I and all around.

I am a camera,

Incapable of choice;

Free of care and woe.

Grand vistas,

Or the microscopic;

My lens sees all.

Not until it is within your hand,

A human hand;

Does any prejudice show.

To have my images,

My careful renderings;

Distorted by angles, torn asunder by edits.

Not until meddlesome hands

intervene with my workings;

Do my recordings come unraveled.

They say pictures never lie,

But yes, they can be made to;

It’s all about the people--and their motives.

I am a but camera…

All photos courtesy of Pixabay