Notes on Becoming
What this world could use is more windows.
Anything to let the light in, really. A way
to sweep past the darkening glass and
Gleam.
Double-paned affairs reflecting back the
strange house of my heart
flung open to the lure of impossible
things.
Hungry for illumination, I reach past the
burnished sky, blaze trapped
reflections in a flip-side flash
reproduction,
Meeting my mirror image match before
a weak and wavering sun beckons
Alice out of Wonderland to consume the lonely
dark.