Quiet Rhetoric

I see you in your picture.
You were in an age of youth
gazing through the Kodachrome
at the place from where
I would someday,
be gazing at you,

The photographer's shadow
made black wells of your eyes,
deeply wise and aware
of your own future.

Were you? Aware?
Did you see beyond now,
from where I"m gazing in?
As I see you in the present?
As I saw you in the past?