Your darkened phone makes
a wonderful mirror and
if you grasp it just so
you can angle it to peer over
your shoulder at what
is behind you.
With adroit dexterity regard
the wavering sheen and
with steady purpose frame
the shaky reality dancing
on the surface.
Care must always be taken
that an inadvertant and
misplaced application of force
not trigger heavenly backlight
dazzling the view.
The mirror mirror on the wall
comfortably rests in hand
now proclaiming the fairest
scours the land faster than
the light it uses to
bewitch the eye.
Hoist your periscope sideways
so you may ensorcell and
capture as many naked
moonbeams one can within
a watt’ry vessel which obscures
everything and nothing.
As you lift your view
above the white capp’d and
gleaming froth the absence
reveals not what lies
behind but what lies we
wish to see.
These are the kingdoms of the
glowing closed (i)’s and
those with waxed half
open lids avoid the blinding
light that sings in the land
of the transfixed.