UNDER THE BRIDGE:

On Argyle Street Sydney, a cool spot beneath a stone bridge, 
the rocks ooze liquids, the camera twitches in the hand as traffic
hisses overhead. Fingers dance impatiently, fumbling with a
black & white camera app imbedded in a phone with a cracked face.
The app is stubborn, the fingers want it now, the eyes see things
they need to capture, the light wont wait. Two tourist follow close
behind photographing something out of sight, walking slow, pausing
every time you want to take a picture, making you feel self conscious,
your skin begins to itch. The man wears his hat backwards in his 40’s,
the woman smiles benignly, they walk as if in a trance, but always 
close enough to interfere with you taking photographs. You don’t 
know them, but you have the impulse to say something blunt. 
Just as you go to speak they pass & walk on ahead. You breath
a sigh of relief, but not loud enough for them to hear & as you
finish capturing the face within the rock you turn & find them 
standing exactly where you want to walk, making out their 
photographing something high above them, watching you from the 
corner of an eye & smiling. 

(K)