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I am sitting at our dining room table, across from the cabinet
that holds our family treasures. The glass door and panels allow
me to see crystal goblets, Italian glass, ceramics, a silver mirror
set on its side to catch the light, cheap things barely treasure,
simple sentiments made real. Now, my reflection is overlaid
upon these objects, transparent in the glass face of the cabinet.
The room I’m in faces another, second room in the cabinet.
Within it a doorway leads to a living room and past that
a door that leads outside. There is a window in that door,
reflected in the glass of the cabinet door, and again within
the silver hand mirror. Each holds a miniature picture
of a window to that world, reversed behind me. The thought
of another world waiting to be seen through that window
fills me with inexplicable fear. I want a photograph to exhibit,
that captures this moment of apprehension, this only chance
to look through a window into another world. I want to be sure
everything in that world, waiting outside that door is pictured.
All of it, crammed within that little window, reflected in this glass
passing through my image, captured and displayed within this cabinet
of treasures, so I can’t tell where I end or another world begins.

metal

metal’s got an edge
cuts it clean
look at the metal
polished machine
drive the metal
feel it respond
touch the metal
feel it respond

test the metal
try to break it
hit the metal
try to break it
build with metal
metal joins metal
shape the metal
only metal breaks metal

look at the water
look at the metal
the water is smooth
the metal reflects
the water reflects
the metal is smooth
the water has an edge
the metal has an edge
the water never breaks
the metal never breaks

mirror

world sees me in the mirror
one face looking back
the final confrontation
where to part my hair
how to coordinate
this hand with that hand
what should I say
if I could explain
to the mirror
“this is the way it is”
or at least appears

moire

pattern of a pattern
oil in a street puddle
you find a plastic fish
in the sunlight it glistens
you say to yourself, “it gleams”

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