of this blue afternoon
I leave my echo
in sliding glare
of reflection
as words swim
in my slippery memoir
Balancing proportions
in my tippy canoe
I stand between
the bow of love
and the stern of illusion
sunshine peels my attention
beyond the horizon
I hide in the muse
in the lens of lovely
my profile hovers
as rain sits on
the surface of a bog
clear autonomy
blurs my stare
Time hesitates
as a glow thickens
my shadow lunges
evaporating edges of my ego
I look at my hands
wet with fire and flash
in the veins of prayer
