Once,
I found a roll of film
on an empty shelf.
My old camera
met the cold night
on that roll of film.
I took pictures
of buses and balloons
and empty shelves too.
Then I returned
the roll of film
to the empty shelf.
The shelf it is on
is now
inside it too.
The whole world
lives
inside that roll of film
on the empty shelf.
Once,
the roll of film
might be found again.
Or perhaps lost, or stolen,
buried, or forgotten,
and the empty shelf
will be empty again.
