Life And Its Reflection

“All matter is frozen light.” Sheldrake 

Easier to see when you look in someone’s 

eyes, into their “soul”, into their energy,

into whatever it is looking back, acting

not like a diamond, which may be purer,

prismatic, reflective not reflexive, brilliant 

but not alive, if only just standing there, 

waiting, like a diamond, maybe without

reaction, but anything could happen, a smile,

a shout, a laugh, a song, a tear, coming from

that emptiness inside, the beginning and end

of life and all complexities, so sophisticated 

like filigree magical art; the tie my dad had,

red, with what looked like white curvy line

design, but when you turned it horizontal, 

it was cursive writing and its mirror image 

that read:

“Go piss up a rope.”

I wanted that tie so much because it was the

reflection of my dad’s light, his humor, what

made him special in the whole of space.