From Outside the Glass

In her blue mood
she has one-eyed vision.

Her mouth becomes a black stone
in a pool of white
where silence rises in ripples
and tumbles in drops-
perpetual turbulence.

All of her days
have been a signature of noise,
quieted by blue,
lost in ceaseless motion.

The cat-like eye, blue
as a Siamese star,
watches all her planting
clipped and shorn,
her ascent of staircase
upon staircase twisted back
to a downward snake.

Somehow she will find strength
to muscle up her arms
straighten her back, retrieve
the twin star from shadow,

but for now she retreats
in her sapphire cradle and watches
the soundless cascade.