CAMERA by A.M. Sullivan

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Light disperses the silver
On film in the shadow
And memory is trapped
In the blink of an eyelash;
The kiss, the laugh, the poised hoof
Are framed in the square of an instant.
A century ago Daguerre dipped a pencil
In the eye of the sun
And etched an image of man
On the surface of metal,
Making the past present
And dead men to linger,
Pursing the living
With love from the lintel.
Memory clings to the wall;
Bent sapling, hair blowing,
Mast bent to the starboard
The wind forever in motion,
Because Time stumbled in darkness
On a splinter of light.