to a documentary filmmaker

Make us a movie, a story you’ll tell
in dancing light, take us to the show, weave
strips of focused vision peeled from the swelling
surface of what you live, see, believe.
Edit ruthlessly, lovingly, and don’t
leave out all the rough cuts, the odd frames of real
life still pulsing, still clinging to the bones
in the can. Mis the sound to make us feel
embraced by the voices and the quiet.
Blend it all—the music of the moment,
rendered magical when at last it’s set
unspooling into the light. This all meant
nothing when it merely was. Now it means:
open your eyes to what’s beyond the screen.