Cylindrical Mirrors

Cylindrical Mirrors Crossing the raven waters of a deep fiord he saw a light and fell into a dream, woke up on a strand that had bleached sand, sun and turquoise sea, knew he had been given a second chance. He looked in the mirror had not aged at all and wondered if there was a painting hidden in some dusty attic, he smiled just kidding, but his image didn’t smile there was too much to remember. Last year he went back to the small town where the fiord arm ends in five rivers, people there had never heard of him, it was so long ago, no memory of him existed in anyone’s mind, as he had never existed. The future had arrived yesterday, nothing for him to worry about, as clear, warm light cascaded through the window; he lived in a handcrafted kaleidoscope, an optical toy, yet he was free of false illusions.