Embarassing -- the way even the earliest photographs
Of you show the same trusting smile
At the lens, which bunches your beams
Into a nostalgia, opened
For milliseconds, the body seduced
By the promise of the return
Of everything familiar. And later
Time is palpably passing,
A vanishing, shocking, on celluloid.
Just as your smile seems to dissolve
As you look at it years later. Chary
Of the unknown, fixed on something
Long ago and far away, you gaze rejects you.
Grunbein