Walk down the hall,
voices call for my attention
Fellow the sound of the voices to a corner.
startled by a mirror
Surrounded. Framed pictures of me on shelves.
All eyes on me.
“Well, I’ll be damn!”
“So, this is who I am”
Take out my cellphone
Snap a selfie with my selfies
walk out the door to start my day
My computer can lose everything except: My Picture folder
Nestled on my desktop screen,
My Pictures folder is my little large gallery.
A gallery of a scattered past:
My father’s last photo
My first child’s confused look at a camera
My second child’s confused look at me
My brothers’ nights out
You don’t realize how much change
until gleams at your former self.
Face is still there
Blemishes & lines are new.
I become Alice
step into imagery Wonderland
And be lost for hours
Some pictures hurt
Some pictures heal
But a white rabbit will remind me
Closing time to the past once again.
Close the folder & be present once more.