ANOTHER POETIC DIVERSION
A Remarkable Tale from the Land of Podd
And this is what happened, believe it or not.
The event kernel that triggered this poem was nothing like what you read here per se, but it was a real event. While reflecting on what occurred this poem popped into my head almost as a whole piece. A number of my poems have happened that way.
The occasion was a training video that I’d written and was producing. There was a need at one point for someone to demonstrate the application of the product. The manager, however, did not want her hands on camera and declined doing the demo, which involved rolling out a piece of film to adhere on a surface. Because she would not do it, all of her subordinates also declined when asked to show how the process is done. Only their hands would show, I reiterated. Nevertheless, they each made excuses and it appeared that we were going to be stuck. But then the director did it for us, even though he had a mild palsy which he had to go to great lengths to conceal during this shot which focused on his hands.
Needless to say, the project was saved in the end. Once we got that final shot we could exclaim those magic words of the film business, “It’s a wrap.” And now…
