Inverted Reflections

Coaxing you

toward its centre –

the reflection of

an unkempt woods.

Inside, without impatience,

intrigue is cultivated.

Order/disorder becomes

a gratifying thing glimpsed

in an outward glance.

Losing yourself here

you admire how

in the midst of beauty

and decay there’s always

a story lifting, prodding

parts of you awake

even as the sky collapses

and all becomes but a

silent afterimage

afloat in memory’s blur.