Self and Lesser Images Twice Gleaned
The cycle of looking at familiar scenes
Resumes itself in different tones.
Visions occur and
Confuse a soul
That presumes to know
What has been seen before.
These curious moments
Return to one now engaged
In twilight hues
Of a spring evening languor
That recalls no winters of despair.
Each picture, stilled from
Different passages, conveys
An image as such we
Will never see again
From this mean.
I sail quietly
Amid these scenes;
From this chair I move
To uncertain spaces
Caught between poetic lines
Of self-renewal
And a mirrored image
That moves me to tears,
Infinite and gentle,
Not to be shared
With friends whose
Souls conform to unfamiliar rhythms.
A vision I defer
Is lost momently,
Only to reappear in
My dreams as a
Vestige of nonchalance,
Of timorous skin movements
Betrayed by self-denial.
