Qoheleth declared all to be
emptiness encased in
marketed as meaningful,
but quickly forgotten in the glare
of that which is shinier,
and just beyond our reach.
Vanity, my name is Vanity..
until I learn my true name.
And that name can be learned
by leaning into the image of myself
in the mirror of a pine tree’s
sticky, sap-stained bark;
or in the mirror of a mountain range
where snow-covered peaks are hidden
behind winter’s-grey/golden clouds;
or in the mirror of a thousand soldiers’
graves at the edges of a
or in the mirror of flashing fish scales
or a red/yellow/blue/white supernovas
or in a drop of sidewalk rainwater.
I am, too:
in Meaning without words
in Reflection without plot
in Holiness without divinity.
And my true name?
My true name is that