Looking through old photos

Seen with new eyes

An apparent wholeness of being

In two-dimensional minutiae

The aliveness projecting

From the pixellated print

Is an external reminder

Life’s a privilege, not a sprint

Savouring experiences

New lessons always learnt

A blueprint, perhaps?

Life can still leave you burnt

It’s a risk always worth taking

Sometimes a love becomes lost

By relinquishing control

There’s nothing left to accost

Trusting intuition

Seeing perfection in old flaws

Stepping into life’s purpose

No safety net, or guarantors

Looking back is only useful

If grounded firmly in the now

Or the image becomes distorted

A new tint added somehow