Nue

Never did I think I’d be satisfied.

There was a light reflecting on the many

mirrors of my life I didn’t choose.

I spent my time chasing the beam

blinding my voice and will – a false

promise of happiness shown in grey

screens which I’ve always stared at.

On a spring evening I cracked the reflection

and saw an orchard of plump, fleshy apricots.

How sweet!

The juices fell on the ground and coloured

the grass around my nude feet

there was a feeling of liberation in the fresh

breeze that took away my white cloth.

The last bite of apricot fell from my hands

in the sky a golden light and soft stars

led my sight to the broken mirror and I

looked back on a fragmented world but I didn’t care.

I was living in velvet and nature.