Poem Category: All

In the mirror
the chandelier lighting
its own small room.

In the mirror
crossing our old house
to the verandah where I slept.

In the mirror
the grandfather clock
turning its hands back.

Window mirror
grape vine squeezing
the gold of dawn out.

In the mirror
her un-ravelled hem
others saw all day.

In the mirror
the blue of her baby’s eyes
suckled at the breast.

No sun today …
yet in the mirror
the thaw drips, drips,

Lake picnic
no one seeing
the canoe drift away.