The Rear View Mirror
Today,
this morning,
this moment, in time,
begins fresh, brand new,
with graciousness,
to the divine.
As I stumble to,
the hallway,
to the bathroom,
to pay,
no, to contribute,
to the porcelin god.
I catch a glimpse,
of myself,
in the mirror,
and the inner voice,
I hear, quite clear,
yells from within,
'come back here' .
Instead I carry on,
to begin, my day.
Gettin' dressed
consumed with myself,
my outer-ness.
Making my way to the car,
yet before the engine,
starts.
Before, I can pull away,
from the curb,
a reflection in the rear view mirror,
catches my eye,
forcing me to observe!!!
The collection,
of precious reflections,
within this life of mine.
Memories of time.
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