Woman holds up a mirror,
seeing
through it into a
streambed.
Rocks, a mountain
breathing,
look, and she’s thinking:
storm
breaking on the surface.
Light
diffuses; the sky darkens.
At
the edges, glass darkens
less--
for the gem-tints mirror
glintwinks
across the surface,
smashing
the frame into a
quivered
light to do your thinking
by
the dark of the mountain.
Jewel
at her throat, mountain
lights
up gem-framed then darkens
like
the gloom of hard thinking;
storm
cracking away; mirror
aptly
expresses into a
map
of the mirror’s surface.
Rainfall
reflects the surface
where
light ends on the mountain.
Silver
drops hold into a
trembling.
Memory darkens
it’s
quality; pitted mirror
in
one young, goes the thinking.
She
is in the stream, thinking
an
infant prised the surface
of
her thought; or the mirror
in
her hand broke the mountain.
Drops
glass, everything darkens--
the
infant blooms into a
woman,
who blurs into a
page
of discursive thinking.
Whence
the child comes it darkens
unevenly
the surface;
child,
woman and mountain
disappear
in the mirror.
The
displaced mountain thinking:
how
she darkens the surface
she
pulled into the mirror!
