Now the mirror has cracked,
Reflections distorted,
I cannot cross over to the other side,
To the garden where flowers laugh and sing,
And the hawk is hunted by the mouse.
Now that the mirror is webbed with fissures
I am trapped forever in this tiny room.
The chess pieces scattered where the fire once burned,
The chess board split in two.
I am patiently rewinding a ball of twine
That the cat waits to unravel.
Now that the mirror is meaningless,
A book with two covers but no story inside,
I can no longer explore beyond myself
To the place I inhabited when a child,
Before experience blanked out all wished for horizons.
When a child I travelled through countless dimensions,
But now I am older one room is my all.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
August 1st. - 2nd. 2023.
