I have stood in front of mirrors
enough to make a history.
To know who I see is not
who has been nor will be.
Like all histories, the facts
are joined to stories
that dip in and out of time,
dreams and memories,
that awakening reality the oxymoron
of existence. Sometimes it’s hard
to say, acknowledge who I see reflected
is me. I know, though, if eyes look into eyes
sometimes what is concealed is revealed –
for a moment,
longer,
for a lifetime
another mirror passed by.
-Byron Hoot
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