From Dissolve

Dissolve


You slowly untangle your hair
as the gardenias sink into the bowl.

Then your breath over the black circle of tea
in a stained white cup.

How the yellowed gloves you found still fit
after years in a drawer.

How you meet a shuffling woman in
an empty street, as wind tests

each threshold and doorknob.
And hours later, following the waves

back the way you came, you’ll watch a
surprised man catch fish after silver fish,

the always, then indigo mountains,
north, and continually changing.




©2011 Holaday Mason