Looking Glass

Rick Reut

(LOOKING GLASS)

…it in a looking glass

still containing some juice

of the sun, there’s no use

crying about the tear gas

chamber maids in the far

corner of the living room.

They’re not there. They are

all made up by your gloom-

haunted mind. Things grow old.

Even the newest ones.

Though you keep trying to hold

on to them, there’s no chance

one can hold on to a time –

unless GOD turns it back.

Like a low or high tide,

it seems to leave no track

on the way to the sky.

There is a rain cloud

there, and it sounds loud,

louder than any cry

of one trying to embrace

loneliness. As you face…

…it in a looking glass still containing some juice of the sun, there’s no use crying about the tear gas chamber maids in the far corner of the living room. They’re not there. They are all made up by your gloom-haunted mind. Things grow old. Even the newest ones. Though you keep trying to hold on to them, there’s no chance one can hold on to a time – unless GOD turns it back. Like a low or high tide, it seems to leave no track on the way to the sky. There is a rain cloud there, and it sounds loud, louder than any cry of one trying to embrace loneliness. As you face…