Old Photos
When I look at those old photos in the book collecting dust in the spare bedroom
I marvel at the fresh-faced kids smiling back at me
how young–
and naiive we were then
and now
Not fully aware of what was yet to come
the sorrows
the joys
the gift of our partnership through it all
My heart still skips a beat
when I look at the small moment
that microsecond before our eyes meet–
the look that you gave me then
the look that I still catch you giving me now
frozen on the glossy paper for part of eternity
As time speeds up to catch us
and and we slow down to meet it
so we can thank it for this moment before it springs ahead of us
I think how lucky we are to be older
with wisdom growing then
and wisdom collecting now
together
in a new photograph
off a page
on a screen
still with you
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The way this poem intertwines the past and present through the motif of photographs is deeply evocative, GREAT WRITE!
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words. Thank you for reading.
Yes I love the intertwining as well. Nostalgia for the past infused with the present. Well done.
Thank you, Linda!
My favorite moment:
“ As time speeds up to catch us
and and we slow down to meet it”
Thank you, Joseph. I’ve been thinking a lot about time recently. I’ve been making a sincere effort to pause more frequently and appreciate that I’m still swirling in it all.
Likewise. Particularly whether I believe it to be a circle or all points exist now.
Leaning to the latter.
Hope you have a great evening, H.