A door opens inward.
Womb Would’ve Known
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Shot from cannon with a cry, hands of anticipation
cradle and rejoice another plummet. Form of impressions
soft to the touch, a bundle of things to come.
Portrait of the whole falls to pieces, boundaries undefined.
Steps taken, shape sought in hammer and chisel world.
Lucky enough to fall into place, still an emptiness fills a space.
Mid puzzle crisis, what is a piece to do?
With the rug gone, clouds appear full of answers.
Wet from the rain one happens a pond,
met with a reflection, mirror of crystal sky.
Peace for piece with a look in the eye,
a portrait framed inside the whole.