Looking inside myself is like
checking the back of my hair.
I need a second mirror to make it
not backwards anymore.
Will you be my second mirror please?
And when I flip this switch the night outside will be gone
and all the windows will gleam with our reflections.
Reflections of you and me and the couch and chair
Reflections of the inner world we create and inhabit.
Like a wall of mirrors, the dark reflections on windows and
patio doors infer that what transpires without
is not as important as what transpires within
I close my eyes and wonder
if the inside of my lids are like the mirror windows.
If I could turn on a light in my head
would everything outside of it disappear?
Would my mind be inundated with dark reflections
Of you and me and thoughts and dreams
As though the perceptions and memories of love
Were more important than the fact
I open my eyes in wonder and see as I’ve never seen before.