Traveling in Place

Backs to a cut-glass wall,
distorted reflections
of what lies ahead
bevel possibilities aglow.

Should we turn,
mirrored stances shaded from the glare,
might unabashedly reveal
what we have left behind.

Mired in tunneled indecision
and weighted by decades of baggage,
we float in green-infused denial
and share stories about waiting for a bus
in a subway station.