In June
The Flying Carpet
gazed into mirrors
and windows
and reflections
in the wonder of Venice
"Mirrors:
each drawing its own
widespread streaming beauty
back into its face" -Rilke
Enormous constellation globes
Floating star mysteries
In the hush of rooms of dust
Ancient pattern upon pattern
Where air is water and water is air
And space becomes conundrum
And the rooms are abandoned
to grandeur
Special thanks to my companion and navigator Z
