When I last looked away I paid dearly.
In my urge to catalogue I missed it,
And who needs pictures when one sees clearly?
Tell me what a camera can commit
To your memory that your mind cannot
And I am sure that the answers will prove few.
It appears you hide inside my blind spot -
In all your albums I saw none of you.
We hoped for a kind of omnipotence
And in the process settled on being
Observers instead of participants.
Life is too short for merely sightseeing
And I, for one, want to remember this
So that we have a chance to reminisce...