looking into the mirror
seeing a reflection
glare of wonder
will the image change
if I lock on and freeze eye to eye
a slight burning of the lids distract
floaters passing by like fluffy clouds in an open sky
when they dissolve and the mirror is again in focus
for a moment an image is captured
or a thought is born
no one really knows
I look again and
past my reflection deep into a corner
I see life of a past time
like a movie reel ticking along
is our life present connected to our life past
do each play out in different zones
have I discovered the rabbit hole to my own existence
how often does our life play out
does my mirror reflect inside
reflect inside, reflect inside, inside, inside
past becoming present
present becoming future
is my life a kaleidoscope of time
do I even exist or
am I just a flash of light in the mirror
are these my thoughts
my handwritten words
am I a form of electromagnet energy bits
collecting and passing time
is that me I see in the mirror
or is it something else
something I don’t yet understand