Photographic Memories

My reflections on memory continue, heightened by preparations for my talks at the Collegiate Peaks Forum next month. Here’s another poem in that series.

Old photographs
laid out upon the table,
still glossy,
colors running red or yellow
like receding stars
shifting on the spectrum of my memory,
array themselves like Hubble’s mirrors,
magnifying memories a billion times
to bring them close,
the nebulae that gave me birth.