Transformation
staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind
staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind
the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot
–
descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted
subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar
–
a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood
glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay
–
twilight-
each firefly
tells a story
worn and creaky stairs-
cobwebs draped in the corners
of her addled mind
–
rising fog-
a futile search
for clarity
how can one be blind
to the light that shines within
your beautiful soul
–
orion-
etching of
the evening sky
deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity
–
becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers
standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow
–
peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder
a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd
–
incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand
a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence