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.