Myopia

The pinhole cameras we made in art class-
You perch them on a ledge, on the ground
and allow the sun to set the image,
a timed experiment of what will fade, what will remain.
And from this handheld cardboard box
a picture forms, forms of figures frozen
in paper-light poses.
Your arms were crossed,
your legs balancing on tiptoes,
your face indistinct and underexposed.
And I hold the photo in my hands now,
and I can't recall what the light did
as it hit your transparent eyes.