When I Lie
awake at night & watch the moon slide like
butter over cotton
When the rain pushes me back in
To the room like a man’s hand:
What begins winking & blinking are ..........mirror-neurons
In no funhouse but the bones:
When I lie awake at night & think how the world’s money has drained
Like oil from the pan
& the world had to reinvent itself
I run for refuge, burrowing in looking-glass neurons.
A public service employee at sixty-one a civil servant
A government employee
And taking the lion’s share
I at seventy
Share it with the sparrows
At the birdbath
Like a jasmine
Fountain. The Missing part is searched for thru all creation.
The Yangtze River cuts like scissor thru steel ribbon transecting my dreams
Little bridges we cross on snow-silent feet to go the good among.
words: Lynn Strongin, Canada (webpage)
image: Steve Wing, Florida (about & more)
another mirror-neuron blueprintreview poem: Probe