Thursday, March 4, 2010

I Saw a Man, Walking

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.


Maureen said...

Really cool poem, Glynn.

Anonymous said...

Very nice. I enjoyed the imagery and the feeling--it really has a depth to it beyond the initial surface reading.

Anonymous said...


Kathleen Overby said...

Sounds like Someone mixed spit and dirt, put mud on your eyes so you could finally see. Fortunate man.

S. Etole said...

interesting transition from walking to standing ...

nitewrit said...

I like it.


Marcus Goodyear said...

That picture is seriously cool. How did nAncY do that?

Monica Sharman said...

I like the reaching out to the shimmer.