The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky. The sky’s silver lining curls and becomes the ring where the glass of the compass sits.
Reflection takes what
What is reflected in echoes
The cards are being shuffled
Liquified luck formed into glass windows and lenses for the telescopes. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky.
The wind tilts the rain
The compass tilts in the rain
The wings tilt in the rain
I watched as the mirror particles whooshed by resembling grains of sand in a castle of synchronization. Nonchalant but also in big rush. Synchronization within the particles of the fireworks, glittering embers becoming pieces of and light the way to the castle. I looked at the fireworks then at the mirror particles and noticed the symmetry.
Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Atmosphere, pressure, wind, magnetic amongst other things. A whoosh and the mirror particles speed by keeping up with the synchronization and even sometimes going a bit past it. Shedding the mirror coating for a moment until the moment is able to catch up with the speed of the stillness. Then recoating itself in the mirror material as synchronization reverberates in both directions through the reflection shuffle, for a split second I thought I saw my reflection in a passing breeze. After a moment the breeze sat still then it spiraled into a small tornado while somehow maintaining its stillness.
A few more poems
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha