April 25, 2017

REFLECTIONS (based on the art of Andi Abdul Halil)



Sparrows bob their feathered heads in puddles
of April rain. Up and down they peck the waters,
their beaks jackhammering the stillness
into concentric circles that reflect
gray-brown passerine faces, a bird revue
of headshots before nature’s funhouse mirrors.

Sometimes I wish I could drink with them,
see how many faces I have worn,
how many shards of water glass reveal
my life’s masquerades, kneel before the puddle,
drink my fill beside that bobbing sparrow
until the rains end, the bird shakes dry its wings,
and the mirrors fade with the amen of my confessions.


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