Pictures in time
I see you in photographs sometimes,
staring back, eyes softly crinkled
in the beckoning sun, a laughter line.
I’d like to step inside, walk the beach,
linger and loiter, and listen intently,
hold your hand, ask you to recite
all those stories I was too young to ask.
Time-travel into a photo is my wish,
tracing familial lines to all these places
to live and learn, and remember.
This one image takes me way back,
details blurred, but I can smell the sea.
Me, sitting with a spade and digging;
you, taking your forever photographs.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 23, 2021
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