Go Deeper ~~ anna hood ~~

Look into the mirror, look
past the blank
blue-eyed stare, red mouth
of a Modigliani nude
past the morning routine
two coffees, one double double
one black
past last evening's love-making,
hot kisses.

Look deeper
past the meadow
white snow covered
gold buttercups covered
trails of field mice
and garter snakes.
The old apple tree
naked now
sleeps.

Go deeper still
past the throat singers of Mongolia
who whistle like flutes
who whistle like birds
whose whistles spark
memories of fast horses
cloud covered backs
hooves sparking mountains.

Deeper deeper
into your DNA
until the scent of Africa
fills your lungs
and you wake to the music
of your ancestors.
Your emotions bow down
under the enamelled blue sky.

Look into the mirror
of your eyes
Can you see
your future?