I’ve passed this way before.
Many times before
Where once a housing estate stood, was demolished then nature slowly reinstated.
Weeks ago, stripped back awaiting redevelopment, fresh growth has already taken hold.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
Today I passed again the turned ground of former homes, through front rooms, kitchens.
The well tended gardens of long gone ghosts.
And then I found a film.
Furled then unfurled, still moist from yesterdays rain – with care, I laid it in the sun.
Unprocessed, lacking any trace of edge markings, but exposed – who could ever know?
It’s too late to stop now, develop or fix.
Heaven alone knows, the latent images that may have lain awaiting within:
Those fragile fragments of silver.
I have dutifully released and revealed the actions of the landscape upon the abandoned film.
What once was lost, now is found, was blind but now we see.