Looking, Glass
The mirror split as I climbed through:
brittle splinters sparked and spattered
there was before and there was after.
And there was what I thought I knew
flat reflections on the water.
The mirror split as I climbed through.
There was silence. No more chatter,
words of a lifetime, words from you.
There was before and there was after.
Is the end, the final view,
pre-ordained? It doesn’t matter
when the mirror splits. I’ll scramble through.
What came first can’t come after …
no sphinx can tell me what to do …
The beginning is gone, there is no after
no more weeping, no more laughter,
no thought of me, no thought of you.
The mirror split as I climbed through.
There was before and there is after.