Exposures in Waiting


In the brain’s darkroom,

many partially developed issues remain in limbo,
often fading to a gradual blankness.

How disturbing these hidden suppressed images,
experiences of a life in progress,
all while one’s living breath becomes shorter and shorter.

How confusing at times,

these recorded emotions of one’s sub-conscious registry

refusing to be fully developed into latent images of consciousness
that might provide lessons to help prevent future misfires.

Such is the mind’s nemesis,

this ever-active shutter continually foisting an overabundance
of impressions into the ever-countdown to

the overcrowded graveyards of yesterday.

Then again…

Perhaps Loss has its own purpose,
destined to keep certain experiences

as ghost-like obstructions hampering survival,
all to be eventually buried among

other accumulated threats to sanity’s guarded dark room.

Of course…

There is more than one perception

of that innate flash-back shutter

that never seems willing to take

a rest from its haunting nature,

knowing we humans will continue

to be of insatiable sensorial appetite,

consciously realized or not.