M is for Mirrored
You are the mirror
but mirrors break
at the borderline
the shoreline wracked
between land and sea
where there's only the light
the wind the flow tides
rising falling breaking
turning always
I was there (then)
I could be now
in an hour
through cold dark rain past
memories of trains
but a different ocean
a different alone
awaits in my bed upstairs
23rd May, 5th June 2018 – Squiffy Gnu alphabet challenge #12, from a commentary to an Alice Smith vid