On the Other Side of the Mirror

You pulled me through the looking glass
without so much as a "by your leave"
or "Watch your step, the first's a doozie!"

We struggle to remember details of sight, sound
as we work to forget why we moved away
from a belief the world could be better

If only we were listened to,
if only they would step aside,
if only we felt the music,
if only love.

We moved on,

But you pull us back
to leave behind
unripe peaches,
unmowed grass,
sun tea as dark as the mirror's reverse,
unhatched eggs,
cold coffee
and undeveloped film.

I want tomorrow to be cool,
a light rain to wash clean the clematis;
I want to wake tomorrow
and see a spider's web on the screen door.

I want sunsets
not colored by yesterday's mistakes
and the sun to rise yellow
until winter bleaches the sky.

I want to break the looking glass
and turn away from images
you've etched into the shards.

As I pass through the reflection,
silver staining my unshaved chin,
who listens to swallows
or an old man's whims?

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