I saw a man, walking.
Not tall or short; not
fat or thin; no distinct
features, but
a shining blur, a
luminous presence. He
called to me, that
blur, that presence; his
hand, shimmering like
sunlit glass,
reached toward me.
Slowly my hand extended; I
reached to that shimmer and
saw the mirror, a darkness
surrounded by fire,
consumed by light.
I saw a man, standing.
Photograph by
nAncY of
Poems and Prayers. Used with permission.
Really cool poem, Glynn.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I enjoyed the imagery and the feeling--it really has a depth to it beyond the initial surface reading.
ReplyDeleteawe
ReplyDeleteSounds like Someone mixed spit and dirt, put mud on your eyes so you could finally see. Fortunate man.
ReplyDeleteinteresting transition from walking to standing ...
ReplyDeleteI like it.
ReplyDeletelarry
That picture is seriously cool. How did nAncY do that?
ReplyDeleteGlynn,
ReplyDeleteI like the reaching out to the shimmer.