Window Interlude – caught in the act…

Mirror

mirrors

can be

windows

too

through which we catch ourselves

in the moment of seeing ourselves

in the act of meeting ourselves

catching the moment of

seeing ourselves

caught

in

the

act.

Poem and photo by clinock.

 

Window Interlude – Reflections

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There is mystery here

induced by light,

not difficult or rare,

a pedestrian sight,

yet magical

none the less,

drawing the eyes

deep into dream.

 

It’s a sleight of vision,

a riddle of the gods,

solved by

a gazing child

who can’t let go

of this sunlit puzzle.

 

Lost in this tableau

of reflected thoughts

he is found in wonder.

 

Poem and photo by clinock.

Photo: Store window. Main St. Vancouver.