Mirror
When I look into a mirror
who is looking back at me
I’m hoping
really, really hoping
that it is me looking back
but how will I know
that it’s really, really me
can I believe only me
the one looking in
and I hope
the one looking back
or should I throw it out there
ask the unwashed masses
“Who is that in the mirror,
looking back at me?”
if I’m told
“It’s you, you silly man”
am I being humoured
being told what I want to hear
if I’m told
“There’s no-one there, you silly man”
must I then accommodate the horror
that this response invites
or can I just look away
and turn around
will I then be looking
at the back of my head
as I stare into the mirror
we look into each other’s eyes
smile a little
and tip each other a wink
agreeing
that it is a jolly fine old riddle
this looking into a mirror thing.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2024
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