In the Glow
sunlight washes over the beige kitchen tiles
and it is twenty years prior, mother calling out
from the bedroom hall; i follow her voice
to reality overgrown, where time exceeds
the linear, as emblematic patterns rise
and dust congeals to bone. in a muddle
of probability, my vision gestures still-life
misconfigured softly cogent, where the ends
diverge and reconvene full circle. i detach
from the bend and emerge on the deck
with a fervent understanding. an eye above
the brow ridge and a lens to ease my focus.
meet me in the glow: collect across
the backdrop as a concept interwoven.
on a multitude of levels i experience
her presence, a shift in common era—
she wanders past the garden, rustling
in the charm of swaying leaves.
Lydia Falls resides in the woods of New York after living abroad in South Korea and Taiwan. Her poetry collection, Beneath the Heavy, was published under Merigold Independent (2021). Lydia’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Connecticut River Review, Midway Journal, Washington Square Review, Here: a poetry journal, and elsewhere. www.lydiafalls.com
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