Two left
turns will
take you there
like a bookmark
in a photo album
these moments
are the measure
of a life
where everything
is as it was
or might have been
in infinite reflection
the weight of time
and the fluidity of glass
in spite of everything
you think
you know
casting doubts
in the backward
image of regret
remembrance of another time
another life
where you could have been
everything
you could have been
if only for a moment
to personify your ideals
without the burden
of misplaced apologies
and all the beautiful mistakes
that render you complete
your eyes like tiny mirrors
within this tiny room
if only you could see
this is the universe
forever in all directions
you are here
and everywhere
and nowhere else
this time is just
a moment