Rippled glass and an image of
reflected in a single drop of water
struggling to keep in line with the demands of gravity.
What do I see?
A face. A face like the sun, warm and indeterminate,
changing so rapidly pinning down its features would be
insurmountable. Like the sun: surrounded by a golden halo.
A heavenly body with a crown of glory. (thinking
about the lack of compunction with which
this world of oh-so-substantive veils and shadows
so blatantly lies to us.
And we believe It.
c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2/16/04