Mirror

by Hazel Perryman

This is what’s beautiful. This.

Me on the bed by the

Window.

My pink toenails reflecting the music, the

Gaze of my dog, the

Gingerbread man on the white rose plate, the

Music of language hanging in the air, the

Sky cool and gaping blue,

Moaning night outside my window.

The skin against the sun.

The past that lives in tonight.

This;

The lamplight in the colours.

This;

The letters.

His laughing.

The water rolling from the tap like diamonds.

This.