Polaroids treasure

June 4th

Polaroids Treasure

Grandpa what is this map for?
I thought maps ondrawing precisely
found places one freshly viewed
no Bethel alive within to proclaim
mixing up how spaces speak
walls warm beautiful Minds
as gear is checked off
loaded beneath colorful group of islands
a land lined in green ink
where each mile;a new Polaroid

starting point treehouse
a sign reads be creative be an explorer
show others what you see
talent isn't far away little one
find me this image in time
make wandering eyes quiet and bright
how do you see years in a life

book hidden around squeaky floor
dreams failed one sentence, long enough
wants neat tidy list, dates
the first page was that map
no location just coordinates scribbled
marks of world closer to home
think where will your talent be found
I would love to see space camp
or maybe Cape Canaveral
is my talent being NASA genius

who is the say how far all orbit
summer six-years-old flew to Yosemite
hoping that animals would love us
rent a site explore national parks
is my talent talking to animals
rescue our ideas from giants
hypnotise life's enemies into clarity

do them no favor always
play around with vastness
cities filled by crazy pairs
pa and me creating a future
but my sister came in August
cast among sunshine, indigo
my seven-year-old self adopts a camera
tools created to capture the familiar
focus shifts conquer little details

pages filled by life busyness
first mingle; adventures sing
a lifetime found one night
and age 18 blank moments
today I became a graduate of life
less adventures seem so lonely
glances things are forgotten
muddled road traps framed

looking back at countless experiences
find who I am over ice cream
bury past attempts through grace
realize those photos mean more
next 4 hours where emotional
I pondered his list of coordinates
where are they, come out to call
asking him for exact directions

"you can find them in time"
my car was merely step 1
learning each stop;new eyes
locate love of exploring again
diner, got his regular breakfast
movies,watched a classic reinvented
lunch, a quaint little bistro
as sun sets last mile awaits
road narrows into green farms

car parked by worn out barn
tarnished with character
deep inside empty stalls and rooms
lived a mans comfort zone
escape mighty axis shifts

a small wooden box remains
every moment artfully written
how his eyes inked our adventures
and I finally understand
how to show others what I see
how you viewed life as grandpa
what all these moments connected
my love of simple photos
narrative approve event for take off

standing on his Bethel ground
one day one picture of mine
one snapshot one home
sanctuaries messy happy
the map is for the revival of ordinary