Imagery that comes back at you . . . if you’re lucky.


Reflections

Mirrors in store windows
and steamy bathrooms
the eyes of lovers
drops of water
bold blue streaming skies
and bottle glass

Reflected imagery, unreal
bounced back
in refractions
of everything I hoped to be
since dawn
since the beginning

It’s there, all held for me
this legacy of chaos
silvering back
and dropped in my lap
breathless
like a tired dog

Tomorrow absolutely nothing
will reflect
There are days like that
weeks like that
and sometimes
entire lives

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
BROKEN PIECES
available here in print
or as an e-Book
in your favorite formats.