A Faint Image Slowly Appears Poem by Elia Michael

A faint image slowly appears
On the gloss paper in the tray
Submerged in its chemical tears
It gently moves this and that way

A photograph slowly takes form
We see before our very eyes
In this small darkroom which is warm
A land of sunshine and blue skies

An old roll of film we'd forgot
Was yielding precious memories
Of a land far away and hot
We were in wistful reveries

Photographs then weren't digital
You had to wait - there was suspense
Lots of patience was critical
But the final joy was immense