On Set

Pink skies and rising sun this morning, the smell of hot coffee drifting.
Sound stage echoes reverberating.
Diffused yellow light shows of a thousand watts dancing on walls
aside c-stands and easy jibs, towering on our sacred domain.
Extension cords are sprawled like insulated red snakes.
The food is catered here, an actors diet of broccoli and ranch.
Cell phones turned to vibrate, headsets and walkies at the ready.
DP frames tight shot of Hitchcockian proportions, his eyes
his very own camera lenses, windows to the artistic soul.
Script Supervisor our humble stand-in today, his clipboard by his side.
Monitor calibrated by the chair, bars and tones, a vivid color spectrum.
Marker snaps, rolling, speed, set, Action, stage radiates with life.
We are the gaffers, illuminating the blank canvas.
We are the grip crews, lifting, adjusting, the forgotten warriors on set.
We are the sound engineers, spinning dials for the perfect pitch.
We are the set designers, constructing this period piece, a blast from the past.
We are the producers, the pin-striped execs, waiting behind closed doors.
We are the filmmakers, the ones who do it while others dream about it.
This is our realm and it is ours to rule.
Another day at the office, today we make film history.