the mirror
The dimensions of what I see in a mirror
In the coffee shop, layers—dimensions.
1, First
Close up and lacing of ivy and sunflowers
Wrap the mirror edge, so close you cannot tell
Image virtual from actual, almost.
2, Next
Two walls, one 90 degrees and one opposite,
With a picture, a surreal one with window art
Oft found in these sorts of places. One eye
Bulging on it, reminding me of myself looking
At the various coffee-goers.
2a, Again
Other things along the wall, a Coke machine
Nice competition or complementation, with
The choice meal pastry and latte, say I’ll take
A water, I say, or one of those fashioned Cokes
In an old bottle.
3, Also
The window TO the outside. I catch a glaze
Of a neon OPEN sign, reminding me of NO VACANCY
Instead, which I long for when the whirl of neighboring
Chatter cuts into my work, my free thought,
My mad dash at writing things down.
4, Outside
Beyond the window, trees wavering in the wind—
Something ALIVE and power lines containing tiny bits
Of fancy communication and energy delivered in packets
Faster than the speed of light, almost faster than anything
That can be caught in the mirror.
Into the future—do you see it?
5, Finale
One other thing the mirror will NEVER reverse,
While it catches glimpses all the time, of God. “For
From Him and through Him and to Him are all things.”
“Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image,
After our likeness.’” Romans 11:36, Genesis 1:26.
God, never fully reflected, or the devil.
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In the coffee shop, layers—dimensions.
1, First
Close up and lacing of ivy and sunflowers
Wrap the mirror edge, so close you cannot tell
Image virtual from actual, almost.
2, Next
Two walls, one 90 degrees and one opposite,
With a picture, a surreal one with window art
Oft found in these sorts of places. One eye
Bulging on it, reminding me of myself looking
At the various coffee-goers.
2a, Again
Other things along the wall, a Coke machine
Nice competition or complementation, with
The choice meal pastry and latte, say I’ll take
A water, I say, or one of those fashioned Cokes
In an old bottle.
3, Also
The window TO the outside. I catch a glaze
Of a neon OPEN sign, reminding me of NO VACANCY
Instead, which I long for when the whirl of neighboring
Chatter cuts into my work, my free thought,
My mad dash at writing things down.
4, Outside
Beyond the window, trees wavering in the wind—
Something ALIVE and power lines containing tiny bits
Of fancy communication and energy delivered in packets
Faster than the speed of light, almost faster than anything
That can be caught in the mirror.
Into the future—do you see it?
5, Finale
One other thing the mirror will NEVER reverse,
While it catches glimpses all the time, of God. “For
From Him and through Him and to Him are all things.”
“Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image,
After our likeness.’” Romans 11:36, Genesis 1:26.
God, never fully reflected, or the devil.
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