Second Place Winner in Big Cypress Poetry Contest!

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I had a wonderful surprise today when the postman knocked on my door:  turns out I won second place in the Big Cypress National Preserve Poetry Contest that was held in April, in honor of National Poetry Month!  What happened was, I had heard about the contest a couple of weeks prior to its submission deadline, and had some vague ideas, but hadn’t quite gotten around to putting anything on paper.  The deadline was April 15th (a deadline in more ways than one!) so the judging could be completed–and my understanding was, winners announced–on April 20.  Well, April 20 came and went, and I heard nothing regarding who had won, so I assumed it wasn’t me.  Until yesterday, I had also been having problems with the speed and reliability of my internet connection–which is another reason my blog posts have been nonexistent–so it made it difficult to do an online search.

While in the kitchen making lunch, I noticed the postman approaching my door with a large envelope in his hands.  I knew I hadn’t ordered anything online, but there is always the possibility a relative has sent a package for my son.  A glance at the return address showed it was from BCNP, addressed to me, and then I figured maybe it was something that was sent to everyone who entered; Preserve information, a collection of everyone’s poems, something like that.  Nope!  A small but thoughtful prize for second place, and a congratulatory letter from the United States Department of the Interior informing me of my achievement!

Below is my poem, entitled “Photographing Crocodiles.”  It is a direct result from my encounter with the American crocs in Everglades National Park, which I posted about a couple of weeks ago.  I owe that big male; he was indeed my muse.

All three winning poems can be seen here: http://www.nps.gov/bicy/parknews/2013-poetry-contest-winners-announced.htm

*Note: all content is copyrighted Audrey R. Smith, 2013, and its use is solely at the author’s discretion.

Photographing Crocodiles

Belly flat, rough planks eroding my elbows.

He meets my single eye with both of his, opalescent earth tones

glittering like cuts of topaz, golden glass waiting, calculating.

I offer nothing, but still he watches me,

drifting closer, those eyes absorbing everything.

Turning slightly, the great tail sweeping back and forth in the cool dark.

A simple series of lumps he appears from the seawall;

passerby may not notice him,  a floating stone.

My eye brings the moving mass into sharp relief,

the gnarled head and peaked scutes unveiled by autofocus.

The dying orb behind me flings its final rays across the landscape.

Trees across the water ignite with gilded flame, and he glides

silently through the burn of color, coming to rest in the cool reflection of green.

A hundred clicks, then a hundred more.  I had captured his companion’s smile

not five minutes ago, head propped up such as it was

by the arcing prop roots of red mangrove, a barricade of ivory cones

enveloping  scaly lips.  That one content in apparent tranquility,

I resume my prone stance on the floating wood, my eye focused once again on the first,

technology allowing me to capture him dozens of times in a few seconds.

He slips silently across the top of the dark brine, nosing the rim where

the paddling boats rest upside down until the next sojourner appears.

Now so close that my eye shows refinements of his armored countenance,

click, click, click goes my shutter, trapping every nuance of his movements,

living them again a mere breath later in instant replay.

Click.  The visage in profile as he glides, all significant senses united

with the water’s surface, a hydrological harmony.

Click.  A slight turn, his eye meeting mine once again.  A wedge of ibis wing overhead,

their inverted impressions covering him like confetti.

Click.  Another turn, now forming an isosceles triangle.  His flawlessness

would shame any mathematician.  Augmented keystone.

The burning orb is almost extinguished now, shadows long.  What little light remains

saturates the sky, reflects off the water, creating a dreamy façade.

A final click, forever rooted in his environment, in a moment of aesthetic perfection,

now bits of data on a memory card.  A manner of eternal life.

Now tired of the antics of humans, he drifts away, slowly backward,

whether by the current or his own locomotion I cannot say.

He remains motionless for a few moments, then wheels underwater,

a fluid movement, ghosting his own skin as he seeks refuge in the dark water,

an anemic apparition.  He resurfaces back under the red mangroves, still watching,

as if he had never left.  The whole encounter could have been a dream,

and I could awaken in my own bed, but for the images I bring home with me.

He watches, and silently I thank him for being what he is, and allowing me to behold it.

We will meet again.

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