Looking Through the Lens

In your hand, a memory
a key hole to a time that has been,
people frozen for eternity.
A time capsule, a memory holder
a moment passed on.

Its click like the ring of chimes
through the lens
each second is captured
texture, light, shadows, movement.

You see the world through different eyes
lens reaching out, reducing
the world to two dimensions.

Object of past, present and future
Looking back, the day I last brought it out
The memory floats back like a feather
sight, smell, feel, and sound of the beach roll in.

Soothing, surging waves
sun’s gentle warmth on my skin
blissfully content, just from a small picture;
photography.