Snapshots

As I turn the pages of my album

Fragments of the past reappear, like

A series of still-life paintings

Black and white

A study in contrasts

All the juicy flavor of life frozen in the

Cold light of January, or held captive by the

Sticky heat of an August night

Motionless fragments, with the power to release the  

Passion that choreographs my life

Suddenly, a flood of vivid feelings colors the page

Staining my fingertips with long forgotten

Love, joy, anger, and grief

    -Becky Cooper,  2/4/01