Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab,
hosted by Andy Townend
“Reflected and Refracted Light”
Windows greet the day,
but in night’s darkness, only
mirrored light, my home.
Day expands outside–
color, motion, sounds, but night
windows show just me.
Thick curtains, floor-length
drapes must hide the window panes
and myself from view.
Copyright © 2015-10-14, by Liz Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.
Windows are tricky devices. I’ve always wondered why the people in surrounding houses leave their drapes and curtains open far into the evening. During the day, if one keeps the lights off, one can look outside without putting oneself on display. But at night, lights are on and the views from inside the window and the outside are of me in my home, the actual and the mirrored view. In the night, it is what I see, the ghostly reflection, that is not real.