In the mirror I see it:
Skin over a multitude of experiences,
A face over a myriad of events.
Eyes like windows:
Their panes holding pain
Their shades casting shade
Their frames framing,
Framing the limits I can see.
Limiting my periphery
I’m blinded.
Blinded by the frames and the curtains.
I draw back.
Draw back the velvet cloths that fold
Like ripples in a calm stream.
I draw back.
Back from the mirror.