Reflected curtains
lamps and walls,
books and candles,
Reflected tea towels
and footstools
plus,
of course,
me.
Just once,
finally,
with my own eyes,
may I look in this mirror
and not see who’s looking.
May my arms
be those of chairs,
and my legs
of tables,
my face
this vase of flowers.
May this mirror be a window
filled with
endless green trees
and blue sky
As far as no eyes can see.