THAT KODACHROME SUMMER

He remembers it all
in Kodachrome

that summer
a series of photographs

spilling out of an album
onto an attic floor.

Here he is at a distance
seen from afar

a little speck of a person
talking to the sky

as if it were an enormous blue whale
who had stopped to be petted

by a child who talks
to everything...even stone

believing all things
are alive

and have a soul
that can be chatted to.

He puts himself
back into the album

that is
falling apart

photograph by photograph
his Kodachrome self

that little boy
who talked to
that big sky

closes the trap door
to that cobwebbed world

and: tiptoes away from

who he used to be
and is

no more.