• I’ll leave you to guard the photos
    Under your ardent gaze.
    Watch the motionless
    Dance. While I move along.
    My part in this is not over.

    The memories are all perfect in their
    ballerina stasis. Trapped in their
    Cage of silver gelatin and gold chloride
    I'm not eaten through just yet
    Even if I don’t shimmer with
    A photographic luster.

    The pictures might be of me
    Still I will never be the same.
    The acid bubbles and those
    Silver dancers on the negative
    Are bound to miss a cue.

    I hope you are not surprised
    By life’s motion. Once you
    Take your eyes off that
    Perfect pose.