Reflection

I see you

subtlety is not your strong suit

although at times a glimpse is all I catch

and at others I hold you with a stare

antil I look away first

 

You remind me of them

those I know or knew

those I don’t or didn’t

generations sit in the lines of your face

like braches on an ancestry tree

 

You shock me often

with things I don’t want to see

so I cower and hide

even shatter your face into a million pieces

but you always find me

 

Sometimes I seek you out

and find pleasure in your face

on those days I stare for ages

discovering you afresh

and pursue opportunities to see you again

 

I have watched you change over the years

like paper browning and spotting with age

but your edges don’t curl to conceal them from sight

instead you smile

and show me how we have lived