A large collage hangs from my study wall
above my cluttered desk. The photographs
affixed with paste are cleverly arranged.
The colored pictures, twelve in all, fading
and frayed from time; Just seems like yesterday
my wife began the painstaking project.
As I look up and gaze upon her work
I see myself as I once looked, youthful.
But now the person beholding the scene
is long past middle age -trenches shape the field.
I smile as reverie carries the thoughts
along the frames, each old photograph
becomes hypnotically animated 
until a noise within breaks the spell.