I cover my eyes and my heart to
From what is.
The white jacket of the mind holds me
Close, so I can whisper, “I’m ok. I’m ok.”
It contains all the shards of
An exquisitely crafted mirror
That was supposed to be
Now I see from a thousand reflected eyes
Instead of being limited to just two.
With all this looking
Must be in there somewhere.
Eventually I have to ask,
Who am I?
Of being alone
Creates relationships like a children’s mobile.
We go round and round
But do we touch?