Which draws us, angles
of incidence, angles of
reflection or
equals signs that yoke
these two in one?
Life incidents construct us now and here,
the child's moan
the siren's wail
the chattering shattered glass:
sudden shards of the heart.
But learning logs in later
in grateful solitude when
scrutiny reflects awareness
flashed
upon an inward eye.
I strive to live here now.
I mark time in breaths
of quiet stillness, when I hold
the inner voice yet not surrender
chaos,
shine incidents
upon the mirror of my mind
and seek the angle,
this geometry of angles,
this geometry of joy.
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