Mirrors

(There is much going on,
in the space between,
of course.
There are open roads
and western sun,
desert stars
and snow.
There are revelations
my heart is still too green
to comprehend,
and trembling fear
in anticipation.
I wanted to tell you all that,
too,
of course,
but I'm trying to know better,
to learn from my
naive ignorance
my ignorant innocence.
Perhaps this all starts
over
now,
and the slate is clean
and the world lies at my feet;
perhaps
now
I
live.)