If only a glimmering pond to view
a shimmer to ease my fear
of being cursed to look
in an unreflecting mirror.
My sight is sufficient
as I can see the first break of day
before the cock calls his warning
or the horned owl beds away.
My touch is sensitive enough
but I know not what I feel,
the pain of ancient splinters numbs
when I touch the spinning wheel.
No, my sight is not the cause
of my inability to hear
the sounds that I must make,
it is the unreflecting mirror.
Perhaps outside they watch with me
as I shyly shed a tear,
I cannot see our faces, though
in the unreflecting mirror.