Aren’t all photographs sentimental
and poignant somehow the way
they reveal and conceal
the secrets of an earlier time
though first we had to separate out
the light from the darkness
to see the colors rising up
between them
but the miracle of memory
is something else altogether
I don’t mean the insistence
on memorization but the
power of an inner seeing
the force of a fresh recollection
in which what's dead
awakens in me now.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment