Recognition
Disentangled
you stand —
dripping,
breathless,
stunned to see that as you
raged, spinning,
the storm
hung each tethered
leap
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.
bearbones 
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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Hi Tricia! Thanks so much — I love hearing how these land.
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