Questions In a Mirror
We know there are ghosts in the mirror,
choose any mirror and look long enough -
it is dangerous, but so is not looking.
When my own apparition appeared there
it felt like I was a passenger on a metro-line,
seeing the oncoming tunnels, the blinking of daylight
between the speeding darkness.
I assume that we are all on a reflected journey,
the ‘where to’ and ‘why’ might be on the other side
of that reflection
and those in that other place
may be looking for the same answers.
Like Saul melting into Paul on his way to Damascus,
would we go blind or far-sighted
by this looking?
Can we really bear to peer into a mirror
until the dead appear and we disappear?
Will those we see
be younger or older than our memories?
When we stare into that bright unmasking
will we be entering a tunnel
or leaving one?
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