poetry, writing


Woosh…woosh…the rotating door goes round.

We’d play with the door to the darkroom,

Around and around. I remember.

Feeding the film onto the reel,

Click, clack, click, in total darkness,

Fumbling for the canister and the lid

Sealing it tight to develop negatives.

You helped me learn. I remember.

Running the water bath, pulling out the trays,

Pouring the chemicals, developer and stop,

Working in the red light. I remember.

Focusing, exposing, developing.

Long talks, close friendship,

Sharing our troubles and dreams,

You taught me so much. I remember.

Sometimes I wonder, do you?