Sunday, August 22, 2021

A poem for the full moon - Time has many faces

Time has many faces.


I was caught in a glimpse of hers in the mirror.


She thought she saw herself.

Take my body.

Stop living as my shadow, she commands.


A second later, I walked out from her.

I found myself in front of the mirror,

under the light, perhaps not exactly the same by then.

I saw myself in one of her faces,

learning how to smile.