Recognition *



you stand — 




stunned to see that as you 

raged, spinning,


the storm

hung each tethered 



not with tears,

but mirrors —

each shining reflection strung

like gems

or galaxies


each one quivering with 

the question — 


who am I?


— and not one spared 

in the answering.



* This poem was accidentally and briefly posted before it’s time (last week). Ready now. My apologies for any confusion.

2 thoughts on “Recognition

  1. Wow! This is extraordinary work! My email does not download images when a new email arrives in my inbox. I would have never imagined the image of a web and its make were the source of this beautiful piece!!!!


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