Caring 🫂

I am silver and exact.

I have no preconceptions.

Whatever you see I swallow immediately.

Just as it
is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only
truthful

The eye of a little god, four-cornered

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It

I have looked at it for so long, that I
think it is a part of my heart.

But it flickers.

Faces
and darkness separates us over and over.

Now I am
a lake.

A woman bends over me, Searching my
reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to
those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back
and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears
and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her.

She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face
that replaces the darkness.

In me, she has drowned
a young girl, and in me, an old woman,

Rises
toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.