The mystery of the looking glass
and how we see ourselves.
The reflection is something altogether different
a mirror next to a photo is never the same.
It’s something akin to hearing your voice
as it makes its way through your bones.
And then hearing it as it reaches your ear
on the waves of breath and air.
In looking at you I’ve begun to see myself
in the clarity that only comes from the outside.
It’s different when I sit alone at the mirror
the image still somehow comes from within.
In listening to you I’ve begun to hear my voice
as if I was sitting here next to myself.
It’s different than listening quietly as I speak
it’s actually hearing the things I never say.
There is something about reflections
the meaning is two-fold.
It is looking outward
in an effort to see within.
It is also looking inward
in an effort to see out.
Perspective ever changing
on each side of the glass.