We crawled in sand
like children,
eyeing objects high and low,
observing overlooked beauty,
securing it on film,
silent,
focused,
free.
Imaginations ignited,
we paused side-by-side
studying our shots
like fireflies in jars.
Secretly,
we examined each other,
smiling.
Two curious kids crawling,
carefree,
seizing memories
in our souls.
Illinois Woman’s Press Association
2024 Mate E. Palmer Professional Communications Contest
HONORABLE MENTION
Single poem: Shots in jars