The Other Side of the Mirror

Light through the window eases me out of bed and as I rise birds sing. The refrigerator hums and I walk into the kitchen while inside lines linger my dreams. I walk barefoot over the worn carpet and close my eyes listening to the morning speak. I listen to the morning speak stroke keys on a laptop as words flow through me and hold the page to the light while wondering how a simple poem can say so much and wonder how I fell in love. I think I’ll show it to her, my friend who used to work with me. The sun shines on me as I walk to the car but a rabbit in the yard and I speak to each other when no one is watching. I say hello to my friend as she stands behind the counter and she cradles my poem in her hands. She smiles as she reads between the lines. She says it is good and I say I’m picking up a few items, and when I get to the checkout line she stands alone waiting for me.