Face pressed against the glass, you look in.
Hands shielding the sun from your reflection.
From within I walk towards you. As if to make myself the subject of your pondering.
Glancing off the glass you walk towards the door, and enter.
I sit where you were standing, perhaps your reflection still stays there watching me.
I pretend.
The glass between us never really fades,
Our eyes glance off each other as you sit and I eat.
Never truly meeting.
Both sets of eyes bend slightly around book ends.
Blue, Brown, Blush,
Blush, Blue, Brown,
Plate empty. I prepare.
The pilgrimage begins with slow steps
Pausing. Holding the moment in my hands
The transparent plate holds one last crumb.
I glance up.
I walk through the impermeable separation.
Our eyes finally meet.
Brown, Blush, Blue,
Blue, Brown, Blush,
You watch me entering swiftly into the void.
Face flushing I bend my head and lick the crumb from my plate.
As if to kiss you goodbye.
Returning the plate I turn to leave.
Now I watch you, legs folded, head thickly forested, black, bent, down.
I think I know you.
From that linear reality encased between glass, a web in which we all meet.
I want to return to introduce myself with my mouth. To say hello. To speak ongoing with my eyes, hands, and feet.
Shuffling, fumbling, blushing, faltering
To make a connection.
Yet I find another glass wall, within my mind.
My tongue lays useless, my body encased in the duality of fear.
Freeze and flight.
I descend walking away, every step a question, a contradiction, an excuse.
These walls so safe, enclose me.
I settle to continue to look from within.