Peripheral

A smiling face, a glinting eye 

Dancing just out of focus
Slightly left of center
Past the happy visage of loved ones;
A grinning fool caught frozen
In the periphery of memory;
Strangers who follow home
Who bed down and sleep among.

Should you ever doubt
Proof of existence, know
While in a crowd
Where pictures are snapped
You too have ventured into
Strange homes and slept
Bedded in cellophane
Yellowing in your paper and ink dreams.