Three mirrors

Through the people move
Through the cars
Minimal sounds that are almost music
Minimal music that is almost ambience
Forward and stop
The dance of late summer crowds
Three mirrors and the air
Settling back against the fabric

Standing still there
And a woman in the crowd
Staring unblinking
Waiting
Above the sound of the crowd and beneath
Her voice without lips moving
Breathing like breath in a winter chill
A lilting haunting song
And gently rhythmic spoken word

The morning brings a warm breeze
The air swirls through my open window
Open eyes
And stare at the room
Close eyes and open again
Slowly sit up in bed
Outside the cloud is light and dark
The last lingering remnant of summer
The haze and uncertainty of autumn
I lift my arm
Spread my fingers and stare at my hand
Warm air over my palm

Close eyes
And her voice is with me still
Singing slowly a soft refrain
Speaking low with sure set words
And I know she sees me as I am
Naked and motionless
Breathing with paced cadence
She will come with me today
And I
I will go with her