Photogeny
upon wallet photo prints of Lori

Because we're meant to define familiar,
Because neurons confirm their own pathways,
Because home is the truth told, eyes closed,
Because the obvious embarrasses me,
Because embarrassed, I've stinted my balm,
I'll tell you something timeless as mottoes,
Timeless as the message in your image— 
This paper backs the questioning you pose.

The eye that framed, I that now remember,
Aye remember! And here's to those alike,
Those whose life and likeness thrive transposed,
Those whose December can outshine the May.
Though none can match your silver nitrate spark,
Not even models of feted frescoes,
For eye and I connected in our thrall,
This paper backs the questioning you pose.

The eye that framed, I that now remember
Cull rays at angled caliper through time,
Through the chamber's prism on the day exposed.
The rapid ray compelled me to the trigger,
The slow discards its physics for my sake.
Rings of our tree this sequence of photos;
Despite the curl which heralds time dilation,
This paper backs the questioning you pose.