Shattering the Mirror - Peycho Kanev

The sky is so old I could almost
hear it groan

Earth’s bleeding through its holes

I have nothing to give to a child
born in a basket who must save
the world or watch it burn

All right, I’ll let the moon rise
but nothing more

In this hushed house
the distance
between us is
more inconceivable
then the one
promised by the universe

The shadows in the corners play indecent games

Who should be blamed

for all the hunger
in the world as I eat
my last piece of stale bread
with rancid butter
in this room full of sunny silence
and the pipe running across the ceiling
looks so promising

Little fly on the windowsill please don’t let me be alone
Just stay with me

I wind the clock slowly
and everything changes

That goes for the seasons and that goes
for time per se
a little speck of dust floating in the air
and then disappearing within my breath

Where you go and where I am

But today is a good day to feel
the presence of the universe or just
this thin ray of sunshine crawling through
the blinds and warming up the whole
hand just a few seconds before I…
start to live again.

Peycho Kanev is the author of eight poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new chapbook titled Under Half-Empty Heaven was published in 2019 by Grey Book Press. He has several nominations for the Pushcart Prize.