A
mirror confirms my existence, captures my breath, a trembling eye,
the very fact of me. Still here then.
A
mirror traps or contains. Fear. Safety. An entrance, an exit. To a
world known or unknown. Where occasionally panicked crows choke the
sky. Mirrored words, said and unsaid, rising, flapping.
A
mirror is all inwardness. A Keeper of Change.
Picture credit: The Mirror, 1885, William Merritt Chase (source: WikiArt).
Acknowledgement
to Simon Armitage.
From
journal, July 2023.