I stood over the mirror
meant for a bedroom chest
But it was here now,
lying on the grass
facing the sky
At eight years old I could
hardly see why he was
leaving but here were his
things, scattered about the
lawn
Waiting to go on the truck
Looking at the mirror
I had found a comfortable
distraction
The overcast sky loomed
below me as the grass curled
around the oaken frame, curling
over the edges like the tiny
hands of the earth, clasping
it in place
Dutifully assured that
I was not to blame for his departure
I watched the sky float by
I watched the clouds meander
slowly across the pane of glass
the contours of light and dark
flowing through them
I wondered how far away they
were and I saw myself reaching
down through the mirror
and grabbing hold
Catching a ride across the sky
In the far right corner of the
glass I saw a break forming in
the clouds
illuminating my world,
turned upside down
Riviting, heartbreaking, a damn interesting read my friend!!
Smiles!