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