Impervious
©July 17th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
You stare through her as
She approaches, her gaze level.
Blind to air, you do not see.
She is utterly transparent to you.
She doesn’t exist.
Smiling to yourself, your squirrel-mind
On the next task, on the next person,
On the next conquest inflating you,
You try to walk through her, but stop
Abruptly. Your face hurts.
She is transparent to you, but
She is glass, tempered by time.
Stop.
Stop and look.
You cannot pass through.
See your reflection?
Take a breath, doff your hat,
Make a curtsy, or a bow,
Look at her, or just
Turn around, and leave.
She is glass, and
She is impervious.
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