A brisk fire burns
 on the dark night sky,
 an etherial room
 completely mirrored
 against
 the barely seen stars.

 Gazing out the window
 on the sunlit yard,
 disorienting reflections
 inscribe the air
 where only birds
 should fly.

 Often I wonder
 whether
 fleeting movements
 and emotions
 in my
 three dimensional life
 are mirages
 from another dimension,
 maybe higher by one.