Act One

reflected in the window
is the light from inside
dressed in the warm
furs of our ancestors
whose journeys brought
us inland off wet trails;

reflected in our hearts
is the light from outside
dressed in the rains of doubt
that nourished decisions
and provided inspiration to
want more than just humanity;
strings on fingers tied
memories forgotten or
relocated back into the past
gave rise to a future we
could no longer tolerate, so
with haste we disappeared.

7Nov16