Camera

Out for display, on a glass shelf surrounded by others,
A bright scarlet drapes around it like an iron case.
The colour of dark grey clouds line the shell,
A camera.

Picked off the shelf and placed in a box,
Along with cables, memory chips and batteries.
Buttons are tools waiting to be used,
A camera.

Out of the box once more,
All set up, lenses zoom in and out.
Adjusting to the new change.
A camera.

Moments later, “click,” it goes off,
It’s the film to my creativity.
A thousand memories combined.
A wordless companion,
My camera.