Off Camera (Poetry)

She stands apart — well out of shot —
relaxing; drifting between takes;
her face switched off — emotion-free —
glow softened, inward-turning now,
illuminates a private room —
her spirit’s padded sanctuary.

Limbs graceful in their stillness, wait
like columns of a temple, left
abandoned among shifting dunes —
marking time, oblivious
that second when the camera pins
her moth-thin shadow to the wall.