The question

Why is it called Good Friday?

my daughter asks over newly baptized Cheerios

I want to answer but realize the question is too big

I leave it on the table

It becomes a mirror  

turned back

upon me

Reflecting  

Reversing

Refracting

 

A small mirror with an ornate silver handle and a filigree frame

Perfumes and powders and privilege  

 

An even smaller mirror-a compact

pulled out whenever she forgets

her own face

 

A large oval mirror on the wall

imbued with powers of prophecy 

 

a broken mirror

driving the dance 

of kaleidoscopic rays

 

an unassuming mirror

where the dead have no reflection

 

What do I see? 

I see Cheerios in fresh milk

A family of four around the table  

laughing and fighting to read the back of the box

yet again

having forgotten  

already

those unchanging words

Dave Von Bieker

Dave Von Bieker, 11243 85 St NW, Edmonton, AB, T5B 3C6, Canada

Dave Von Bieker lives at the intersection of art, faith, hope and love. He has 2 great kids, a fantastic wife, and a mostly good dog. He plays red guitars and drives red cars.