The trace

I have traced myself again and again, but 
In front of you, I am transparent:
A glasswork of clear intention.
As lights do through their liquid brethren,
You could see right through me
If you are willing—
A collection of currents, a pool of stones 
That light itself may pass again 
With great expectation—
Sealing limned lips;
Holding the sight for a fix; 
Staying
Through last summer's uneasy portrait 
At the expense of today.

Dale Chou
2012-09-14