A mirror that captures
the eyes that identify
and cuts the hands
of those who try to hold it up,
obscured with the breath
of words that name it
and streaked with tears
of those who think it real.
When facing pain it is pain.
When facing joy it is joy.
When facing the heavens
space fills it with the vast
emptiness of what is
and when left alone 
the self
is a reflection.


from ‘House of the Unexpected’ (Wild Ocean Press)