THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS
I’m jumping, kicking, through the glass—
But there’s no fall, no cut, through the pass.
Moments in twirl, wider spiral spin, through the Through—
Hooking around, gliding within, through and through.
Coming into different footing, onto different ground, through the looking—
And the looking!
Singing any lyric, playing any instrument, I can—
Free to fly anywhere, to swim anyhow—no glassing in—not just my reflection.