Spirits

A Ghost

          The mirror reflects:     The future

You?

Demons

Someone—thing else

Nothing

       Is it really you?

 Who are you? 

I’ve missed you. 

Welcome back!

I’m forgetting something…

What was it?

What was that—Oh! 

‘Who am I?’

 That’s it.

I am the sky reflected on a pond

Wind in the tall grass as the clouds darken

Too many ice cubes in a glass—empty

A story twisted in on itself—wrung out—spilled on paper

I am a mystery held in the palm of the hand—

Released.

A mirror reflecting the world.