The Window

(after Les Fenêtres by Mallarmé)

And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open and shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.   (Kahlil Gibran)

leached of blood red tones

the sturdy stones

cannot be breached – the setting

sun’s beyond the body’s

reach – but not the mind’s –

if you can keep that window

shining clean a lifetime’s sunsets

always gleam

mia burrus  feb 2018