Snapshot

ONE HOUR PHOTO

The block letters catch

My eye as the small

White truck

Passes by,

Prints ready for pickup

An hour after drop-off.

For any hour I want to pick,

There is a glossy/matte mural

Of sights/sounds/smells/feelings

Imprinted as a snapshot

In my mind’s eye.

Impressions on

Negatives,

Compressed digital files,

My one-hour photo

Stored for another day,

Or culled and forgotten.

Delta

Diaper change

Changing weather

Lane changes

Change in scenery

partner

health

Change in who’s living

Our lives shift

Transitions               warm

nurture

burn

maim

And what do we mean

Why, you haven’t changed a bit?