Banner pastel painting by iana sophia, http://www.ianasophia.com
“Untitled,” by iana sophia
Mirror
The streets are emptying their mouths
of words that long had held them down
an aimless flurry of passersby
Sundown stands overhead
& builds a city of stone & green
that seems to fill the absent sky
with fiery lights in brilliant grids
The wind’s chords never resolve
Time’s fingers grip a spinning globe
& draw the soul by slow approach
in soft half-shadows of the dusk
Unknowing we silently chant a word
monotone voices rarely hear
The river rolls backward in
the mirrored circle of my sight
flowing onto inward rocks
returning as a wounded arrow
Twilight’s windows begin to speak
& sob & laugh & groan & sigh
Seagulls learn letters & words
from thoughts we try to guard & warm
beneath the bridge of faint green rails
in cobalt waves their play unwinds
A blurred figure begs the mirror
to unveil its falling shards
To have gone beyond
the hardest layer
David Leo Sirois 