Photographs

drawn in light

some carefully posed

others carelessly captured,

In all its imperfections.

Frozen in time,

life’s fleeting moments

to hold and to share,

each sliver of memory,

so fragile.

To relive  

Glorious sunsets,

Effortless afternoons of uninhibited ease.

To remind us 

Of walking through storms,

Of things lost,

Slowly at first,

Then flailing rapidly.

To narrate a story 

The plotlines, so subtle, so many

That we see them only as one.

Black, white, red, yellow, blue

Coming full circle,

The beginning, the end.

The end, the beginning.