the prick of a pin
opens the darkened chamber
to light — suffices
with a broad embrace
releases the pressure
from obscurity, and softly
focuses the desire to create
what our ancestors knew
we refine, from raw to raw
in matchboxes, beer cans,
tea tins, even books
the lightest touch
with piercing and tape
bridges the divide
flings wide the gate
A little poem for World Pinhole Photography Day! I wrote an article praising the technique on Medium; here’s a link where you can read it. Thanks, readers!
The Poetry Patio 
Loving the expression in this piece and its unusual dedication!
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