Undeveloped

I have nine rolls of undeveloped film
because I don’t often think of them and
because nine rolls will be expensive
to develop. I don’t feel hurried.
I know that each still moment
that happened imperceptibly at the
loud turning and clack of the camera,
is staying where it is.
As I forget those moments a roll
at a time, each frame is collecting
the dust from my memory. And when
I unpack the pictures one day,
the moments will slide around
the moon surface of my memories
and find places to settle into.
Then I’ll have a more complete
history of myself, with the chains
of images drawing up something
that might as well be true.