A trick of morning light,
a slant of glass in a windowpane,
and I see a bevy of black-eyed Susans
where there are none.
The real golden, black-eyed blooms
bob on long stems to the south of my back door.
Their reflection sprawls across
the window-framed view to the west,
which happens to be the neighbor’s garage
and has never sprouted flowers.
Yet there it is
from my vantage point indoors,
an optical illusion,
a mirage,
a golden, pop-up garden,
a gift of sun and glass.
I wonder if a good memory is like that,
a reality, once tangible,
reflecting now from a window of the soul
so that, for a moment,
the mind’s eye sees a golden scene,
hears it,
smells it,
tastes it,
feels it
and knows it as a gift,
knows that this reflection is
no trick,
no mirage,
but is imprinted forever
on the pane of the heart.
-kh-
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
Nature of the week—my golden garden and its reflection:
Shadow of the week:
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