Janna King

PHOTOGRAPHY

Kneeling in wet grass,

I hold the camera still, framing

a voluptuous red flower, its petals

comprised of delicate nerves.

Observing, it loses classification,

transcending into form.

Take a breath and hold,

press the button,

hear the shutter.

I am filling up, spilling over, ecstatic and despondent, connected and alone, the moment seized and secured.