Welcome back to Poetry Monday. Hope you enjoy today’s offering.
within and without
I feel my unity,
imperfect, gaps and cracks,
holding together
for now.
I wonder to her,
conjure her of memory.
her being in me fills me out-
swells cracks tight.
I feel taught, complete,
armed and armored.
but with steel or smoked glass?
hard to discern
in the projected mirror
of self-reflection,
perception rippling its fluid surface
like birds drinking on the wing
or
fish stirring in the depths.
p. ferenczi
Medico Musings 