Early morning sun rays drift through fog,
shy of the sky today,
sleepily sweeping aside the filmy veil
to make way for the day
and wash it with light.
Warm sunbeams now angle through east windows
and wander out the west
only to bounce back in,
mirrored from my neighbor’s window
in a perfect round reflection.
It looks like the sun has stopped
to rest in their kitchen.
The light from these twin suns, east and west,
meet at my double-paned windows,
play off each other,
splash reflections across the glass
in geometric patterns—
scooped-topped squares,
skewed rectangles,
swooping ribbons,
sword-straight lines.
There are reflections of shadows
and shadows of reflections.
Both are close kin.
Both are the artistry of light.
Both are shifting shapes,
fascinating, frivolous,
flirting, fleeting.
Quick! Look!
Here I am.
Hello!
Farewell.
Here and gone,
this one moment of golden glory,
has left its reflection in my heart,
has poured its light into my soul,
has wrapped its bright arms
around my inner shadow
like Love itself.
-kh-

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