By Charles O’Hay
When his mirror broke, he replaced it
with a book: ‘The History of Fog’
and stood in the cold March surf
of his imagination, hoping to drown
from the ankles up. Years earlier
a lover had told him, “If I leave you,
you’ll never find anyone else.”
Eventually he left her, as a man
gone off to drown might leave his coat
on a beach. He knows he could
stay here, building halos for the cold
sun, but somewhere a hall of mirrors
is whispering his name.
Copyright 2014 O’Hay