There was a time all photographs transformed


in rooms of dim amber light


Film was removed from cameras privately 

but placed into water and specific chemicals

things developed 


dark paper became lighter

images revealed themselves 

a piece of the past was frozen into place


Certain winter mornings

I observe similar magic


Eastern light enters our bedroom gradually

the dark shapes on our bed transform until 

you are next to me:  wrapped in quilts and sleep 


In soft orange/amber light

my favorite dream comes true