My face in the mirror, your eyes
staring across newspaper to hills
promising rain — even the cat,
seen sideways, melds the white
of nose and paws into her black,
snoring fur. The BBC plays Bruckner.
My hands run blue.
–excerpt from “The Color of the Universe” from To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011). First published in Pinyon Poetry.