Photos

Written by: DAVID ELLSWORTH

They stand before me in uniform columns

A mixture of snapshots and Polaroids 

As testimony to the time of us

Each is a witness to a moment that was

When I clicked you into permanence

And sanctified an instant never to be denied

There is the shaded image of you asleep

Your hand resting easily on the pillow

And I remember wondering where you had gone

In the passage through your dreaming

 

You are there with funny face and clownish pose

Sitting pensive and aloof beside the River Po

Lifting a toast, as if to us and all tomorrows

Somber and dejected on the day the canary died

You are there, made as forever as a statue

Immortal upon flexible plastic

And indelible upon my memories, you are there

Each photo a recollection, like ashes of reality

Engraved upon my soul in kisses and promises

You are there because I am your inheritance to you