The Bigger Picture
Minehead, or Skegness,
she never could remember which.
A monochrome ‘Box Brownie’
a smirking strange man.
She's young and beautiful.
They sit on a low seawall,
my four-year-old-self
between.
A passer-by took the image.
the lens was held too high
only the top of my tussled head
is in frame.
Despite this she had a copy made.
She claimed
there were other lost
pics of just us,
but only this one peekaboo image
has kept surfacing,
and I always feel twice blessed
by that invisible day,
in Minehead
or Skegness.
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