I am from a camera.

I see the world through lenses and filters.

I snap pictures, to remember what was once ...

innocent and loved, I go back to supple and simplistic times.

Clear skies the smell of laundry drying on the line in the summer breeze,

the sun beating on my family’s sunscreen-doused skin.

We sprinted until it was time for Mr. Sandman to sent us to sleep.

My world hustled like bees in a hive.

Stressful school studies swarmed:

Mathematics, statistics, forensics,

from class to class the day goes by as a blur.

Watching the clock or being whisked away to dreamland.

The bell loud like a siren we cram into the hallways like Crayons in a box.

With no more patience we run out the door

The mental pictures continue remembering the lunchtime and recesses,

off to the playground.

Running after hearing “tag you’re it.”

Rushing out of breath from one side of the playground to the other

Hurrying to the swings because they were not many.

Screaming and screeching until the dreadful whistle blew.

Snap, Snap, Snap

every picture has an intricate meaning

each with unique everchanging filter…

I am from a camera.