Narcissus meets the mirrored pool

This is the kingdom of other
things besides kings. Remove
the armor of your overcoat
and I will dress you in some
thing closer to finery. Let 
us disappear into the forest,
into the poetry of trees and
the music of dew-studded grasses.
Into all of the things a secret
heart builds like mountains
when it searches in sleep. Flip
your hand over. Look, you 
carry a collection of rivers
with you everywhere. Remember
me when you lift the cup 
of your palm to your lips     to drink

Author's Note

2019