Diane Klammer		House of Mirrors Close the doors quietly to rooms you will not be invited to reenter. Relinquish mirrors. Avoid excessive reflection lest you rediscover how much it hurts to fall. It's an eternity you cannot avoid no matter how experienced you become at repetition. Reexamine familiar eyes. Regarding regret: Replay the violin.		Bluebirds at Walker Ranch You only have to look and they will find you. The bluebirds on the edge of the trail darting in and out of the underbrush will find you. I just missed some sort of happiness, could feel it getting close, couldn't quite grasp it somehow, couldn't quite take a breath and let it come. Why can't I just let happiness happen? Bluebirds don't contemplate their own fate in this way. As far as I can see they seem content just being blue, to release and shimmer wherever they are. Yet I examine everything to infinitum with poor eyesight, rail at any creator that dared put me on this marble of a planet to suffer which wastes a lot of time when I could be spreading my wings in the sun. This is tunnel vision. I see it only in hindsight through elusive binoculars I often forget to carry because I am thinking about other issues which weigh me down. I'd rather throw feathers to the wind, let them land where they may.