Oh, if I could only be
Still and quiet like a tree.
Then I’d stand and stare ahead
Sort of like I do in bed.
Except in bed, I’m prone to lie,
Always considerate of the sky.
Stillness then I cultivate,
So that movement I can brake..
How might all my features look
If I were an object like a book?
Caught in time, exposed in space,
Racing ‘round in one set place…
Then I’d be a frozen bee,
Bought as I buzz, like a robber by the fuzz.
Silenced iced and at full stop,
Instead of tilt and swing and drop.
For he said “Ye of little faith…”
And walked upon the cresting wake.
Only the doubters wouldn’t move
Across the solid, ocean’s groove.
1997
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Cinema poem: https://vimeo.com/239766369 [1]
Password: Time
The poem was inspired by the PAWS array motion picture camera
which was created for the Matrix films.
The effect featured in the cinema poem, was one
that seemed to stop time giving the viewer the sense
that they might move through frozen moments...
The password to view the film is "Time"