PICTURE
My eyes moved past a mountain peekA frantic panic, tired eyes
The glass before me shattered
Behind the mirror’s open arch,
I saw the movement of skies of color
Colors with existences I had not known of
Dangling over my head, invasively, were choices
I chose to step inside of the picture
through a space that once held my reflection
I disappeared into a new unknown,
swallowed by an indulgent gust of sunlight and colors