Photograph Poem by Juan Olivarez

It's a time machine.,
That carries me back,
To another time,
Another place,
Back to the richness of youth.

Me without a gut,
You younger,
But radiant and beautiful,
As always.

A carefree time
When the sweet bird of youth,
Was kind to us both,
And your eyes shone,
Like the stars in the heavens.

It's shopworn now,
Fading at the edges.
But still, very clear and profound,
Our hands interlocked
Entangled in the beginnings of life.

So in actuality,
Nothing has changed.
The time machine is a wonder to marvel at,
But time has never altered our love.
Quite the opposite,
It has made it stronger.

3/11/2016
29 Palms Ca.