The truth came flying out of the mirror,
  its reflection veracious and new

And left without warning, my emptiness torn,
  heading back to a place out of view

Driving into my eyes an image so clear,
  its talon’s spread open and honed

But on wings of silver, it returned fulfilled,
  my spirit soaring—free and atoned

(Southwest Flight Las Vegas-Philadelphia: January 27, 2016)