THAT HUNDRED OF A SECOND

The photo stands
outside time.

It thinks only
in black and white.

The only time
it visits the present

is when its gaze
catches my eyes

and I am pulled
into that "then"

pulled under
the great waves of time

until I am washed up
like a broken shell

and all appears in
brilliant colour

where once more
you wait for the photo

to be taken
saying cheese

and smiling
for the dickey bird.