The mirror is still and silent.
The mirror has no voice.
The mirror follows me
neither of us has a choice.
I watch myself
watching me.
The mirror reflects the sky
reflecting the sea.
Passing time has brought
changes and distance
the face grey with wrinkles
this person makes less sense.
How did I get here
where do I desire to go?
If the mirror is my reflection
what more must I show?
