Refracted

I’m speechless
And I’m found at the end of a rainbow
With rusted tin for a reflection.
I’m an illumination against the pavement
From a rickety indoor seat.

I was a triangle
Then I was halfed
Yet I still remained a triangle.

And so I chose to tie a bow and (k)not a knot.
Press against rum glazed stars under smoky light(s)
And think something of it
Blow it away
Through a wand, in a bubble
And continue as I please.

I’m cut off.

The carpet hasn’t moved.
The mirror hasn’t moved.
And I haven’t moved.
I can’t see me.
I can only see
Myself.

Smudges on the glass leave shadows
Absorb the light
Break the reflection and leave me in the dark.

Tomorrow
I’d choose to sleep in the light
And hire an army
To ensure that curiosity didn’t kill the poor old cat.
I’ll start telling you that the glass is half empty but, believing that it’s half full.
Maybe I’ll stop sleeping with my eyes open
And looking in on sleepless chasms of fulfilment.

In there,
I could uncover your tracks,
Withdraw every spilt drop of nectar
And unveil my wrist to check the time.
I could gaze upon green witnesses and ask them a question
Or three
Maybe they’d respond.

Then
I’d step forward
Stand up
Look to this side.

Seems like the grass is a little redder than usual.
It’s the same on either side.