Day 3: On A Saturday

[HLemma]

The obvious statements of silence,
a wreath dropping its flowers,
pictures of reasons for movement,
the white sky that changes its shape,
an alternate universe in the brass door handle. 

My reflection staring back

 

[Janet 77]

This is one of those beautiful, mysterious poems that I don't fully understand, but it makes everything inside of me say "Yes!"
Thank you for sharing it.