In this dark place for so long
Alone, save a roll of Kodachrome
A faded blue polishing cloth,
Once used to lovingly brush away intruding
Microscopic specs of dust.
And yet today – a sliver of light
The tiny vents of my protective prison
Beaming through a loose louver
Into this leather encasement
Is this my rescue from darkness?
To, once again, capture, record, interpret?
This dark, lonely space – soon a memory?
At long last, liberation?
Raison d’etre fulfilled?
Hope wanes quickly now
After years of forgotten promise
I see her clearly now – with another.
Bedecked in cyrillic blue
The superficial chasm of comparison ever-widening
Sharing this drear destiny with my Kodachrome cassette
The fate of this old, manual SLR, now fully revealed
This was written in response to Trifecta Challenge: Word Prompt: Dinosaur