In the Mind’s Eclipse
I never know where your thoughts begin—
only where they brush up against mine,
leaving trails of heat
like a comet’s tail
across the dark side of understanding.
You say nothing,
but your silence rearranges the furniture
of the room between us.
I sit where I think your intentions would sit.
I drink from the glass
I imagine your thirst has touched.
Inside my mind,
a smaller you is walking through a field
I designed for you,
pausing at each flower
with the expression I assigned.
You do the same for me, don’t you?
And so we live—
nested, reflected,
each believing in the mind behind the mirror,
each praying the heart on the other side
is quietly alive.
