under the glass
dome, that is my home
life moves as the wind around
me. But I can’t catch

a breeze. I see woman
chasing children. Children
chasing mirages, looking ****
mosaic collages. The colors all

run, the crimson and the marigold,
the azure unrolled. I hear the laughter
of boys going after girls. As I stand
inside my silence it deafens me -

their reverie.