with it

with it

"no longer will i try to assign partners for god"
-rumi

the mirror slipped
out of hands held
in heavens together
some

large hands
what color
like

did the hands attach
to arms with hair
or without, scrubbed nails

and flowing
beard? i saw bright red
nailpolish, roses
pressed between
palms without
thorns

i put the hands together
folded them all neat
like linen napkins
cast them in porcelain
despite the poet's
words as above

so below!!!!!
i yelled into the canyon,
took the mirror from my bag

i threw it down
down
down
hard

didn't see it hit
a thing

didn't see it

bounce

10.23.12