Colorless Confessional

Colorless Confessional It was as if time had resisted capture hid its most precious commodities averted its eyes lest you see into its soul withheld all but the extremes of color Everything became a negative reflection black on white, white on black variations of both accounting for contrast allowing the moment to be stolen There would be future arguments regarding what color the dress was, why Mom always had on the same housecoat, where was Dad when they took the pictures Time’s reluctant moment would pierce the future prick deeply the longings of our hearts, elicit laughter – and tears – intermingling remind us that we too had been young The old camera, the canisters, the leather case the eye that captured a moment of life offering it to us - as a window into our future. John G. Lawless 3/1/2015