NaPoWriMo/NaPoREADMo #7 — Houses and Mirrors

Houses and Mirrors

I dream of houses, empty
except for mirrors and 
the blank white walls
they stare at. 
		These houses 
dream only of themselves,
white space 
		and reflection.

Keepin' the "Po" in NaPoWriMo....

O.P.P. #7 — Charles’ reflection…

Day 7 of National Poetry Month.

And we are looking….and not looking…

Mirrors at 4 a.m.

by Charles Simic

You must come to them sideways
In rooms webbed in shadow,
Sneak a view of their emptiness
Without them catching
A glimpse of you in return.
The secret is,
Even the empty bed is a burden to them,
A pretense.
They are more themselves keeping
The company of a blank wall,
The company of time and eternity
Which, begging your pardon,
Cast no image
As they admire themselves in the mirror,
While you stand to the side
Pulling a hanky out
To wipe your brow surreptitiously.