We look in a mirror a foot away,
at the end and break of day,
and upon seeing our ugly mug,
decide that’s the final story.
Your friends tell you what you look like on Facebook
but can never say what you look like here,
that is, where you are right now, reading these words.
Indeed, whenever we look at you, we’ll see
eyes and cheeks, a nose, a smile,
yet all the while you’re there, zero centimeters
from yourself! An uncrossable distance for the rest of us.
That mirror teaches us that « insert name »
whom the world sees, loves, detests, rejects, blames,
is always away: never here where we are.
In my case, Mum and Dad said I was born in the 90s
and that, if I’m lucky, I’ll live to my 90s.
They also said thoughts are “in my head,”
and yet sat right here as I peer into my mind
I just can’t find a centre of thoughts.
When I was a child I loved building sandcastles
at Llandudno beach with my brothers.
Passersby at a distance would have seen children playing,
but for each sibling, at the centre of his vision,
the whole world was unfolding! Exploding!
So it is too now, for even when I fly across countries,
I truly go nowhere! I’m here at the heart of each happening.
I cannot locate my self, for with my eyes open,
how could I miss the enormous wealth
of these rich sights and sounds,
and my cold feet upon the rocky ground?
We’re all nostalgic for childhood happiness:
don’t you remember hating home before you left
and then being delighted to come back to comfort?
Sat in an expert’s arm chair, we’ll never get to the root,
even if his analysis comes within a hair of the truth.
All I can certify is that one day I realized
I was sat chewing a bowl of milky cereal
and I said hello to my infantile world!
Of the rest, even death, no-one is sure.
All these sounds filling the mouth I cannot see moving,
climbing out of my own silence,
remain a beautiful mystery to me.