Oasis
A gem like quality-
it's light perhaps
gathered in thoughts
to gleam back at me
becoming buoyant
with his calm voice
lifting me
up over the threshold
through the mirror
into a safe place.
A safe place
where we play
words like objects
weightless
tossed into ever-changing
patterns of response:
Jade's warmth with in
the sharp walls
of stone.
Reflect, Spring 2001
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