Jogger

I stand by the side of the road.
A blipper. Camera on tripod.
Cars slow, their drivers curious.
Curtains twitch as residents peek out.
Crammond does not welcome invaders.

My shutter opens, then closes.
Left a bit, change the white balance.
I want to capture the sodium glow.
The strange yellow that fades to red.
Ignored so easily by human eyes.

A jogger is approaching with a torch.
I first think of her as an intruder in my frame.
Then my brain engages.
I open the shutter as she passes.
She is invisible to my camera.

I capture the outbuilding of the kirk,
and the wall, and creeping ivy.
With it, I capture a bouncing gait.
The torch of that lonely jogger.
The coincidence that makes the blip.