Through The Looking Glass

By Vaishnavi R

I spy

an invisible wind

bending blades of grass

green blades of grass

soft and supple

creating ripples

The wind keeps blowing

i can see

the waves

tossing and turning

nearing and ebbing

while the air around me

is frozen

dead, pregnant with expectation

i spy

my eyes

like unsheathed swords

rip through the grasses

seeking out shadows

probing the hidden crevices

i keep seeking

but without heart

i keep looking

it keeps me full

for so long

i spy

through the looking glass

seeking things i had already forgotten

yet,

my eyes,

they keep going on

By Vaishnavi R