Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Darkroom


Images captured
Her timeline has ticked forward

She’s been long sorting the negatives
By a dim red light

Irises just slivers here, well adjusted
To discerning depth in shadows

She’s choosing those worthy of keepsakes;
Though, not recognizing the players

Enlarging and exposing,
Washing away remnants before hanging

Allowing for frozen memories,
Knowing not what they will become

She emerges terrified,
Being deprived of light too long