More reflections

I couldn’t see me in the mirror,
the mirror didn’t think I was there.

I saw life through the etchings on easels
watched days that saw more than I could.

Maybe the mirror reflects what is missing
and what is missing appears to be me,

should I stand here to wonder and stare
or go
back to where it began?

I couldn’t see me in the mirror
because I hadn’t yet become
a man

© 2019, John Smallshaw.