Film in black and white.
No fancy technique. Keep direction straight.
Shoot as if a deep, obsidian lake
which looked at long enough reveals
a mother and child, small as ice-pellets, settled at its edge.
In close-up, the child, seized by resistance,
sees black ice or tinted glass
to dance or skate upon.
He runs at the water, launches
like a cloud.
The shock of ice pulling him
under
is the shock of a mother
whose child refuses her
is the shock of a nimbostratus, filmy and decomposing
as acetate, while a camera looms upon its turbulence.
