In The Dim Light Poem by Patti Masterman

In the dim light, the wainscoting is a wall
Rising up between you and me, that must be surmounted.
In the dim light, early morning mirrors are unfaithful
To what they see, trust is only an illusion.

You were always the wanderer, wandering
Through refrains that should never be set
To reason. In what halls of memory do you set foot now,
Are you excavating the past, dredging it up again?

Time's the mural where we got frozen; seedy grins,
Hands stop-motioned through silent air,
Doing god knows what, to whom- and why,
Why are we even here, given time's apportionment
Until we've reached the end?