Click

My lens sees the world in its simplicity,
but I can feel what it doesn’t always show
for eyes of people posing
speak their secrets of pain and love.

So I am trapped as a box
to sit in some hands
while the mind looks through
my viewfinder’s site
only seeing what it wants to see.

Before I can stop sensing
every feeling that comes,
suddenly there is a click
and darkness visits.

Then the one holding me
moves on to the next photo
or stuffs me into a bag
while I must dream and know
what the person didn’t see.