Through a looking glass

What is it about a visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Temple of Dendur that generates reflection? The exhibit itself is full of them -- but it also causes a person to look back across their personal ages (and pages), and to wonder at what makes them tick. Before any white rabbits tell me it's too late, I wanted to thank my mom for all her hard work in raising us to love art and poetry (not always easy with antsy little kids!). More on the personal journey of reflection, at blog.amynelsonhahn.info

Reflection
(for my mom)

Perhaps, upon reflection,
the simplest study comes undone,
its facets unmoored, divided
like eggshell tiles and strung
together only at a frail,
quite tentative center --
what does it mean, then, to say --
"the center holds?" and this alone
preserves the scheme; to aver
that opposites, in the end,
do not negate or fail
but lend a larger strength?
Upon reflection, what is image
and effect loses distinction;
they continue on, as one.
Copyright (c) 2012 Amy Nelson Hahn

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