“Where are you?”
â€œIn your middleâ€?
with her circle of red chalk on the pavement.
I now have a glimpse of my cut out shadows of shadows,
my layers of tinted glass.
Patterns within patterns, you and I within each other and Mister God within us all.
I am now sewing my poetry within the cosmic eyeâ€¦I am all full…
and I end within your middle.