3/20/23
In my breath I hold the scene-
A guitar player’s lazy contributions, the rumbling from the deep
The smell of rodents, and eye contact that means nothing.
There are so many of us standing in wait
Going the same place, coming from nowhere.
And I wonder-
Who else is totally floored by this moment?
How many eyes must I glance over before I see another lost in dream-like translucency?
It’s a mirror I seek, and if it’s a mirror, let myself become empty, blank, clear
Still water.
Let myself become the reflection.
So, if I ever happen to let my guard down
Or fall into an un-ending sleep
I’ll be able to catch her tranquil gaze
Unafraid and unflinching.
I want to be made into a mirror, so that I may reflect how things really are.
I want to be made empty, so love may catch my eye, take my hand
And drag me into another dream.