Going Back

Stand
Staring alone
At an old photograph on the wall
The edges are browning
The paper is thin
You look into your face
Your eyes
Your core
And you're smiling back at yourself
Put your hand out, touch the frail surface
Crunching with your touch, a delicate leaf
The paper is water
Your hand sinks through
The picture is still there
Clear
Shining
And slowly, you reach deep into it
Deeper than ever before
Gliding though space
Your mind is free
You are there again
Your whole body
Inside that picture
The sun is burning high in the sky
As it was on that day
The sand, golden and warm, tickles your feet
As it did on that day
You're mother, embracing you, smiles
Just as she did on that day
You are there again
Part of it
Happy
Free
Smiling