We used to tech-talk analog
dubbing music underneath
reception laughter on the wedding video.
Still I trailed my son from far for months.
I helped assist the cable transfer
from titler to mixer, from VCR
to camcorder, from editor to monitor,
awash in dangling videographic speak.
Gradually I seemed to gain
mastering the cuts from fades,
the wipes from swipes, establishing
from close-up shots.
But his interstitial disquisitions
on the pros and cons of DVD
and pixel strength and NTSC
became asides that shook my confidence.
Yet nothing paralleled the analog
to digital conversion. A centrifugal
chasm opened up with time codes
and fire wires and media converters.
I lost my way, gave up the chase
but still proofread his English papers,
and yesterday he told me
he met a girl in math and winked.
Jerome L. McElroy