Mirror? Mirror.
Reveal me to myself.
To think means to reflect;
as a (wo)man thinketh,
so is (s)he.
As a woman reflecteth,
so she must be.
No reflection; no identity.
Simple as that.
What you see is what you get
and you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
I’m in your mind’s eye only,
a reflection of a reflection’s
reflection. (Please pause
to reflect on that.)
My immobility makes me
invisible to strangers—
except,
perhaps,
as through a glass
darkly.
Hold me in your mind.
I am what you think I am:
young, old
brash, bold
happy, hippie, hobbling—
all are true
if thought by you.
You create me in your own image.
I am you.
I am the youngoldbrashboldhappyhippiehobbling
parts of you.
Let your mind’s eye
look in the mirror.
You’ll see the truth—
yourself.
April 7, 2012
Salt Lake City
