Room to Room & Face to Mirror

It starts with green pear tea: delving into silence, gazing into

a lava lamp. A weight bench symbolizes a wealth of neglect:

maybe tomorrow; no, maybe tonight. Earth has narrowed: a

small park; a corner market; a rare trip through a city.

Canticles of Ecstasy echoes through a soul’s compass:

trauma speaks, while adrift holy listening. There’s a gifted

swan (an enduring heart) building castles with a sibling. A

mother approaches, quick to pass: a book drops entitled

Sibylline Oracles, where a little girl, in vain, says: “Lady, lady.”

Next to a Record Store, there’s a Hispanic girl eating grapefruit.

Her primary language is Spanish. Such a beautiful language:

rich with history, plus, religiosity. Ever in awe, a sun glistens

upon such beauty, where a Golden Retriever pants, ever

drooling with joy. Evening comes too: a light wine; Gregorian

Chants; plus, a photo album fraught with abstract feelings.

There’s someone peering through an antique cherry mirror.

We ponder together, chiseling each sentence to expectation.