In analog photography, the image is invisible and remains hidden on the film until it magically appears during development. Poetry can remain in our minds like a latent image. Here is a poem I wrote about this phenomenon.
Latent Image
Immersed under a film of random moments
A whisper of time when all was exposed
Then quickly hidden in a latent image
Time passed, time past
The moment is, the moment was
But I remember it differently:
I thought the light on the horizon
Was a holy orb
Lifting my spirit upward
I needed the picture to be whole
–Avard Woolaver, 2017
“Sunrise on Gerrard East, Toronto, 1982” is from the book: Toronto Flashback (1980-1986)