Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










LOOKING GLASS by Sophia Naz

Voiceless echo, held 
in arms of bouncing light
 
atoms catch, throwback
to a straight faced answer
 
constant child of mercurial water
before the phone avatar
 
a streaking finger could conjure 
the full steam of childhood, its magic 
 
ink of your marine ancestor, before
disappearing a naked
 
truth into ether
 
2
 
Looking glass
silent witness, teacher 
 
of reflection, holder 
of lilies and lotus postures
 
womb of creatures
half of reckoning’s fruit
 
ephemeral twin moth
eaten each day, you bring
 
harbingers of decay, wreck-
age and flotsam in the foaming
 
tides of the body, its teeming fog
banks of remembrance
 
softening into oblivion with each
dawn breath, drawn deeper
 
down down as Narcissus
to endless nether

SOPHIA NAZ