Silver Threads ~
Silver threads caught the light
and disappeared into a shifting pattern
of flowers and vines and a garden
held taut and dust free against the wall forever.
And people filed past it and looked and wondered
where was the garden?
And where is the silver light pouring over it
And how can I get there?
Silver threads crackled along the sides of
the mirror lying in a broken pile of old reflections.
And people gazed at it and shook their heads
and tutted about bad luck and seven years,
but no one wondered
where the light went when it cracked?
No one was there to catch it as it poured out
and no one knows how could it be put back…
Silver threads multiply amidst the brown
and I no longer have to strain to see them.
They encroach kudzu-like along my face and neck
and my eyes reflect my gleaming.
And I wonder why the years appear silver?
Or if it is just the light in me overflowing?
And if I can catch it,
cup my hands and share it,
with people who have too much darkness…